Some Random Musings Part 2

This happened about six years ago near the end of the summer. I was at the Burlington RibFest at Spencer Smith Park, one of the biggest of its kind in North America. There was many different types of barbecue sauce pleasantly invading the nostrils and all of the grills were firing on all cylinders. I was wandering around the place with a friend, sometimes catching in the corner of my eye some toothless hick grinning while his stomach sagged somewhere around his knees while trying to sell his mighty meat like the future of the trailer park depended on it (How do you eat ribs with no teeth?). My friend bought his rack of ribs and we sat down at a picnic table. After about a minute, a teenage boy runs up to me and asks if I'll buy him some beer tickets. He had a rather intense look in his eyes. I tell him politely that I'm not interested. He starts threatening me and tells me to throw the first punch so he can kick my ass or whatever. I tell him I'm not interested. More insults are sent my way. I tell him that I'm just not interested. His face is bright red and it is becoming more and more apparent to him that he will not be getting beer tickets from me. I tell him one more time that I'm just really not interested. More empty threats and then him and his friends leave.
Moral of the story: I just wasn't interested.

Star Wars. Yawn. It's funny how Yoda's crippled and walks with a cane but when it's time to break out the light sabers he's bouncing off the walls like a ping pong ball.

Superman. A deadbeat dad for sure. Too busy saving the world to notice that his kid goes to school hungry.

Spiderman and his leftover webs. Who cleans up after him? Having those webs hanging off buildings everywhere doesn't exactly do much for a city's image.