A Tale of Two D-Bags

I hate the two guys I came across yesterday.

Let's start with D-bag #1. I am walking home from work (I should also mention I hate having to work on a 70-degree Saturday). There is a man in front of me, and before I know anything about him other than his appearance, I can tell he is a D-bag (see picture to the right, actual photo). Dark slacks, flannel button down shirt and the staple of D-bags everywhere, black sweater draped over his shoulders.

But don't worry, it gets worse. There is a homeless man sitting on a bench. This man asks D-bag #1 for some change. The guy says, "Sorry, I just put all my change in the meter." The homeless man then says back, "Oh, the meters are free after 6 on Saturdays." So D-bag #1 responds, "Yeah, you could have told me that before." Really? You are getting angry at the homeless man for not warning you that meters are free after a certain time (and keep in mind, wherever this guy parked his car, it was long before he came into view of the homeless man). D-bag then picked up his pace, and swiftly walked away down the block where I am sure he was headed to some wine tasting.

Ok, DB#2 - I get to my apartment, still trying to wrap my head around a person actually getting angry at the homeless about a parking meter. I am at the front desk because I have to pick up a package. The man at the front desk is on the phone, and I can tell whoever is on the other end, is giving him a hard time. I hear the man at the front desk say, "Yes, I called the cab company. . . . They said they will be here. . . . I called. . . . Yellow Cab. . . . I told them to call when they arrive. . . . They said they will be here . . . If they are not here by 5 of, I'll call, but they said they will be here. . . . I know you said you needed to be picked up by 7."

I have so many problems with this. First, why can't the guy call the cab himself? In the time it took him to call down to yell at the man at the front desk, he easily could have called any number of cab companies. This is an apartment, not a hotel. It never even occurred to me that the front desk's responsibilities could possibly include getting cabs for residents. But, here is the kicker - this guy was calling down, giving the man at the front desk a hard time about a cab that he could have called himself, but that had not arrived yet - it was 6:24. He said he needed the cab by 7. He still had another 36 minutes to go, and he was freaking out, yelling at man who was trying to help him, when if the cab had shown up, he probably would have complained that he was not ready yet.

I hate d-bags.