I think I've mentioned this before, but my piano teacher is really paranoid. She has a particular fear of helicopters, which she imagines would crash into her apartment at any moment. Yet even though she is demonstrably one of the most unsafe drivers I've ever seen to the point I'm curious how she hasn't killed herself yet, she does not consider that you're more likely to die in a car than a helicopter to the face.

Which is why today was particularly painful. Because our neighborhood is right next to the site of the derailment, helicopters circled overhead from pretty much sunrise to sunset. And, as she always does, she called the police to complain. In fact, she called several times. Now, I'm fairly certain she already as a reputation as "Crazy Lady Who Ties Up the Phone Line Every Time She Hears Reporters Giving Traffic and Weather Updates," but this is a real emergency here. I would not be able to put up with this bullshit at that time. And I don't know why she can't be considerate enough to think, "Maybe I shouldn't stem resources to focus on my problem so that they can help the people who were just injured."

This is the type of person who can't let us have nice things. The person who sets the bar that we create the rules for. A coffee shop puts a jug of milk for costumers to add at their discretion, but some asshole takes the whole jug for himself so they've banned it. That type of thing. I'm not saying she's personally hurting other people with her shenanigans, but it's that type of self-centered mindset that I can't really comprehend.