The Lank Tank

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SA Cricket and iPods

Posted by lanktank on June 19, 2009

So…we lost. South Africa: The favourites, the Twenty-Twenty Gods and not to mention the only team in the tournament to win seven matches in a row… are also the chokers. WHY? Why in the semi-final? Not even the final. Another match springs to mind when I think back on World Cup semi-final choking… I dare not mention it but I’m sure we all know exactly which one I speak of.

Despite this, I’m still proud of the lads (that’s soooo cricket! To say, “lads”) and I’m pretty sure we’re still awesome. To be honest, I wasn’t even aware the semi’s were last night until I got to the gym (my monthly visit) after work. I walked over to the cross-trainer, climbed on and began unwinding the earphones of my iPod. At this moment the man next to me attempted to commence a conversation with me. Not one to be rude but also not one fit enough to be able to physically speak while on my cardio workout, I replied with very short answers while clearly displaying the iPod and my intention of using it.

Initially this system worked, for the first 4 minutes anyway. Then, even with my iPod on and the sound to the max, I would notice him talking and then looking at me. I would then have to remove the left earphone out of my ear and shout, “Excuse me?” He would repeat the question; I would answer and continue listening to my iPod.

I was confused. Isn’t there a standard Gym/ iPod etiquette where if you’re choosing to listen to an iPod, you’re not really in conversation mode?

My next strategy was to look straight ahead no matter what. I would stare out of the window intently, as if my life depended on it and not move my neck an inch to the left or right. This, along with Britney blaring into my ears was pretty much the equivalent to wearing a big DO NOT DISTURB sign on my back. Surely?

No, not at all. He just started tapping me on the shoulder. Of course, why wouldn’t he? I know his kind, the personal space invader kind. The kind who like to get up in your face, oblivious to the social norms of daily living, or they’re not oblivious but they don’t care. They don’t give a rat’s tail. They’re like an infection just waiting to spread their little infectious disease. And just before I thought I was going to lose it, he tapped me on the shoulder, I turned around abruptly, red-faced (mainly from the workout though) and snarled, “What?” He looked at me, excitedly and said; “South Africa just got their first wicket.”

And I looked back, smiled and replied, “Thank you for telling me.”

For some reason, all was forgiven.

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Personal Space Invaders

Posted by Carl Schutte on January 26, 2009

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OK, so what exactly is the deal with people not understanding the concept of personal space?! Are these people from another culture on a distant planet or were they just smothered with too much love as babies?

It really does boggle my mind how some people just don’t get it.  It’s not like I graduated from Social Psychology 101 and suddenly realised that 1.2 m is the optimal distance I should be keeping from people – unless it’s my girlfriend (if only), in which case it’s (hopefully) acceptable for me to be within her intimate space of about 45 cm. Although, not all the time, that would be pretty annoying if your partner abused their personal space privileges and were always up in your face… but I digress.

So, what brings me to this topic you might ask. Well, grocery store checkouts have always been a bit of an issue for me. It’s like suddenly “prison rules” apply and anything goes. You’re still busy paying for your weekly food stock, but the douche bag behind you has already unpacked their monthly supplies and is slowly pushing it further down the conveyor belt. Now you can feel them standing right next to you. You want to turn to them and say: “Hey, I’m quite new to signing credit card receipts. Do you think you could hold down the paper and I’ll try to figure out how to use this pen? I just know that if we work as a team we can totally overcome this obstacle! Also, this might sound weird, but would you like to be friends?” Actually what I’d really like to say to them is: “Hey buddy, how about you back the f**k up?!” Read the rest of this entry »

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Personal Space: I need it

Posted by lanktank on November 26, 2008

Why do some people insist on standing so close to me when I’m in a queue? I’m already aggravated being there, now I have to have someone breathing down my neck as well, literally? All I want to say is, “Back it up buddy. There’s no need to invade the P.S. (Personal Space). We’re all entitled to some. Now could you reverse a step and get out of my face?”

Except I don’t say that because I’m too polite or pathetic; you take your pick. Instead I find myself shifting and leaning as forward as I can possibly go without invading the person in front of me’s P.S. but this makes no difference. They just edge their way closer and closer towards me, practically rubbing their chest against my shoulder blade. I can literally smell their deodorant and then they sneeze and I want to vomit. WHY? Why do you want to be so close to a stranger? You think taking this 7mm step is going to get you any quicker to the queue? Because I assure you, it isn’t.

Although, on a side bar, when people in the traffic don’t go forward when a tiny gap has been made in front of them, it drives me mofo mental. I’m not sure why because the same logic applies; whether or not that car shifts two metres forward or not, I’m not going to get home any faster. But I don’t know, the rules are reversed when it comes to traffic.

Driving up someone’s arse when there’s no traffic is most unnecessary, however, if you’re in the fast lane and are driving at snail’s pace, then get ready for some anal driving. Although, reasonable time should be given for that person to move into the left or middle lane before driving like an A-hole around them.

Hey, I don’t make up the rules, I just live by them.

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