Saturday, November 17, 2007
What the hell is that? Is that you?
Yesterday I was awakened to the musical sound of a leaf blower just under my window.
Who the hell uses a leaf blower at 8 in the morning?
This is Spain, and things get started later than in other parts of the world, so using something as stupid and annoying as a leaf blower that early in the morning is not justified in any way.
I looked out the window to see it was one of the guys who has been painting the crosswalks around here for the past few days, and he was preparing the one next to my house for painting. He obviously didn't have a clue as to how the thing should be used, and the leaves just kept going all over the place. So, not only did he wake me up at an ungodly hour (okay, I get up at 8.15 anyway, but 15 minutes of sleep are a precious commodity to me), he was also polluting the air and wasting his own time, accomplishing nothing. My only consolation was that it was 1°C outside, so I hoped the guy was freezing his ass off (I'm usually a nice person, unless somebody wakes me up too early).
Fully awake and very cranky, I went to get the kids ready for school, thinking about stupid things that really piss me off.
I have never understood the purpose of leaf blowers anyway, are they really any better than a good broom? That painter guy would have been a lot warmer if he had been sweeping up those leaves, instead of wasting energy blowing them all around. Come on, leaf blowing? Why not leaf sucking? That would be far more logical. I'm sure it's been invented, so why doesn't anyone use a leaf sucker instead? Or are we just behind the times over here? And about those leaf blowers, they're mostly used by men. Are they some kind of symbol of, um, manliness? Is the size of the leaf blower directly proportional to the size of the...well, you get my drift.
One good thing did come out of it. Jesús saw the guys painting the crosswalk with some kind of paint you have to spread with a spatula, and he decided to do the same with our garage floor, which is made of horrible, dust producing cement. So, for the price of being woken up 15 minutes too soon, I will soon have a nice, freshly painted garage floor. But I still hate leaf blowers.
So, what stupid inventions really get on your nerves?
*If Central Snark were a leaf blower, it would be blowing all the humor your way.