users.pl's Journal: Crazy fucks

The thing that's great about Slashdot is the whole anonymous thing. I can be a trolling dick on this site and be completely normal off the site. I'm so different IRL than I am here that you never know who I could really me. You might even know me IRL and not know of my secret little Slashdot life.

With that being said, I work with lots of people IRL. I work in a very public place with lots of public computers. I help people with the computers. The other day I helped an old lady copy a text document from the computer to her floppy disk. Like all technophobes, she proceeded to inform me of how difficult computer concepts are to her, and graciously thanked me for my polite assistance.

She also went off on kind of a rant. She told me she's a social worker, taking care of people with health problems. She told me that the day before she searched the internet for a cheap source of bulk adult diapers so she could provide one of her incontinent clients with a cheaper source. In doing her search though, she ran into a bunch of adult diaper fetish websites. She almost blew up at me as if I'm the source of all the bad things on the internet. "That's sick! That's terrible! I was so disgusted! Why are things like that allowed to exist on the internet?"

Rather than debate people's personal fetish preferences with her (no matter how odd) I just decided to nod my head and smile, like I do often with old people. After that, she proceeded to tell me how much one of the other people who frequents the area annoys her. Though, I have to agree with her on this one. The guy she was talking about always comes in with maxed out volume headphones with the most annoying trendy rap songs, sports a pink backpack, is extremely loudmouthed, and bursts into fits of laughter out of nowhere. Generally, a crazy fuck.

So after about 15 minutes of listening to this old lady tell me everything that's wrong with the internet and the people around us she finally decided to leave. On her way out she said, "And if that weren't bad enough, my therapist recently diagnosed me as bipolar!"

My calm, reserved, collected personality prevented me from saying any of this to her... but WTF?! What a fucking hypocrite! She rants for fifteen minutes about how sick in the head people on the internet are and how crazy that loudmouthed guy with the pink backpack is then she goes and tells me she's bipolar!

Boy I'll tell ya... you see some crazy shit working with a lot of people

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