Roasterific!

Roasterific!

I try not to judge people, I honestly do, but sometimes… yep and I’ve wandered into similar argument territory of “I’m not racist. but…”. I was in Asda recently getting custom made pizzas for tea and there were a couple of scruffy/hard paper round looking blokes in the queue before me. The way one of them talked combined with the facial expression of horror and confusion when he was asked if he wanted any oils* on his pizza. It was a foreign concept to him, and so completely alien he was worried his pizza William Shatner would appear and steal his pizza and beam up to the Enterprise with it.

That made me feel so out of place, here’s me quite happy to have garlic oil on my pizza but feeling, not superior, but pity that they seemed so closed minded. It’s the inability to embrace an idea, it doesn’t matter that it’s a trivial matter like pizza. It’s that they appeared to be dismissing the concept itself. It was like they couldn’t understand why anyone would choose to do that.  They appeared stereotypical for how they were dressed and carried themselves. Pretty much “I agree with what it says in The Sun” types.
A few days ago I was at a hospital and outside you see some funny sights, extremely haggard 40 a day smokers in dressing gowns and bunny slippers, clearly in hospital for some kind of respiratory illness, outside smoking, and I’m thinking? Just haggard or are they a junkie?
Why am I so bothered about this, I used to be far more judgemental and on sight, assume a lot of people were scumbags, and I was probably right half the time, but I didn’t always know and I didn’t make
* They offer garlic, basil or chilli oils, if you’re interested

dougie

Old enough to know better, young enough not to care.