Stupid People

I have a long-runner love-hate relationship with stupid people.

On one hand, stupid people can be very useful.

Take, for example, the stupid people who queue up for the Savoy cinema.

These poor wretches stand in the cold for an hour outside Savoy 1 waiting for the latest blockbuster to start for privilege of sitting in the worst seats once they finally get inside the auditorium (i.e. the ones right up the back over to the side, or to the side right down the front).

Why do they do this?

Because they are stupid. Good stupid, to be more specific.

Unfortunately, there are also the bad stupid people.

Take, for example, the feckless cretins who queue on O'Connell Street at 0830 for one of the 16/A or 19/A buses to take them over to the Southside of Dublin.

These buses tend to pull up packed with people, but rather than allow those people to alight with some form of dignity, something else happens.

A body does not immediately emerge from the darkness, and the logic is painfully obvious.

Stupid Eyes: No target identified engaging in requested activity.
Stupid Brain: Commence primary objective.
Stupid Legs: Go! Go! Go!

However, what the stupid brain did not realise was that there was indeed people trying to get off, but were prevented from doing so immediately by large number of people in their way.

As a result, a few poor unfortunates had to push their way through the inevitable maul of people that congealed at the front door of the bus.

Meanwhile, the bus almost emptied through the side door, and this took a while, so the stupid people achieved no quick entrance onto the bus since they had to wait for the bus to empty anyway.

Arrogant? Perhaps. Correct? Absolutely.