‘Scuze me, but I think your brain-to-mouth filter is missing…

Attending school full-time at the moment, I don’t get out much – most of my “out” time is spent at school.  Fortunately, I am not having to balance work AND school AND parenting at the moment, so my observations are limited to school, for the most part.  What a melting pot that is.  A whole source of new entertainment every day, for sure.

Take today for example:  There is a "hot dog/burger" cart set up outside the cafeteria where they grill fresh burgers, hot dogs and philly cheese-steak sandwiches every day.  (It smells divine, by the way.)  After my morning class on Mondays and Wednesdays, I have about an hour to kill before Math, so I go down to the cart and at least once a week, I order a cheeseburger.  I know...super healthy.  Today, I put in my order, sat at the only table they have near the cart to wait for my order and took out my notes to do a little last-minute study for my Math test.  A woman approached the table, set her backpack down, and barked her order to the vendor, "I'll get my 'usual'!"  Completely oblivious to the fact that I was studying intently, she proceeded to tell me, in explicit detail, about her latest epileptic seizure.  Apparently she has "died" seven times and even woke up in a body bag once.  MmmHmm....sure you did.

Just then, two young men approached the cart, one of them put in an order, and they both sat at the same table with the dead girl and me.  One of the men had a plate full of breakfast food he had ordered inside the cafeteria.  Obviously not getting any studying done, I put my notes away, stood up, and moved toward the cart, hoping my order would be done soon.  Dead girl shifted her fabulous tales to her new audience.  Her entire montage, which she was telling while shoveling Dorito's into her mouth and not stopping to chew with her mouth shut, was full of so many "F-bombs" that I think the flowers in the nearby flower-bed wilted just a little.  Then, just as the young man who was eating the breakfast food was putting the last bite in his mouth, she pointed to his plate, curled her nose and announced loudly, "...and THAT s*&% right there is the worst f&*%ing sludge they HAVE at this place!"  Wow!  Thank you for that appetizing review of the food he JUST finished!  He sort of stopped mid-chew and looked at his friend with a "SERIOUSLY?!? Did she really just say that?!?" look on his face.

Ironically, I had just come from a class where we were discussing "Social Intelligence" and how there are people who simply have no filters.  Dead girl was completely oblivious to how her actions affected any of us who were near her.  She couldn't have cared less that the "F-bomb" might be offensive to anyone.  It didn't matter to her that she was spraying us with bits of moist Dorito's as she spoke or that the view of her orange teeth and masticated food was disgusting.  In fact, in her rant, she specifically said, "I am who I am and if you don't like it you can just go f&%$ yourself."

Thanks, Princess...but I have other plans, thank you.