We just returned from an apartment "fire" (origin formerly bacon, now charcoal). Caller called it in and then when we got there, sending the entire complement of HFD resources to address an apartment fire, the apartment dweller couldn't be bothered to come to the door with PANTS on to talk to us. She was yelling at us from the back bedroom. She finally deigned to struggle into a pair of velour pants to cover her dirty underwear so as to come talk to us.
She stomped into the kitchen where the scene of the "disaster" was and screamed back to the back bedroom, "Jhermain, is this all you burned?!" Jhermain couldn't be bothered to even take out the smoldering remains of his lackluster culinary efforts and never made it away from in front of the TV to address the issue. She then said to us, "Youse needs to get a fan and clean out my house." I told her we would be happy to open the door and a window but that if she and Mr. Jhermain were not bothered before by the actual smoke then all we could do was turn the knob for them.
I swear. Sometimes I wonder at people. I am sure a sociologist has some over-studied reason for this sort of behavior and one of the guys on my pumper maintains "it isn't their fault", it is all they know. I pointed out that no one teaches anyone to pull a splinter out of their finger but you do it so as to lead a better quality of life. If your idea is to watch TV while roaches crawl over you, the cat pisses on the couch you are sitting on, and the best you can do is get your trash CLOSE to the room with the trash can that isn't a psychological disorder... that is just lazy and willfully ignorant. Nothing fancy, no repressed anger at a mother/God/father/misguided childhood, just plain worthless.
She stomped into the kitchen where the scene of the "disaster" was and screamed back to the back bedroom, "Jhermain, is this all you burned?!" Jhermain couldn't be bothered to even take out the smoldering remains of his lackluster culinary efforts and never made it away from in front of the TV to address the issue. She then said to us, "Youse needs to get a fan and clean out my house." I told her we would be happy to open the door and a window but that if she and Mr. Jhermain were not bothered before by the actual smoke then all we could do was turn the knob for them.
I swear. Sometimes I wonder at people. I am sure a sociologist has some over-studied reason for this sort of behavior and one of the guys on my pumper maintains "it isn't their fault", it is all they know. I pointed out that no one teaches anyone to pull a splinter out of their finger but you do it so as to lead a better quality of life. If your idea is to watch TV while roaches crawl over you, the cat pisses on the couch you are sitting on, and the best you can do is get your trash CLOSE to the room with the trash can that isn't a psychological disorder... that is just lazy and willfully ignorant. Nothing fancy, no repressed anger at a mother/God/father/misguided childhood, just plain worthless.
