When I was in high school and we were studying Dante’s Inferno we had to do a project where we designed our own version of hell. Just like Dante we had nine levels and we had to decide what groups of evil doers we thought belonged in which levels of hell. It was quite a cathartic exercise.
Misanthropes that we are, Cammy and I have decided that It’s My TV, It’s My Peanut Butter should have its own hell. A place to put those people that really piss us off.
Today’s damned social group:
If you’ve ever had to run across a large college campus in fifteen minutes you’ve probably encountered this group. You may have also met them when running to catch a metro train or perhaps even a bus. They tend to travel in groups. They’re those people who have nowhere in particular to be so they walk very slowly. While talking to their friends. In a position that blocks the stairwell completely, preventing you from getting by them.
If I make it through this semester without pushing several of them down a flight of stairs, it will be a miracle.
Now I’m willing to admit this is largely a sin of stupidity, rather than a deliberate one. That doesn’t make them piss me off less, but it does persuade me to lessen their eternal torment. For this reason I am condemning these assholes to the second level of hell.