Monday, March 19, 2007


While reading the newspaper today, as I do every day, being the erudite lass I am, there were a couple of stories that caught my eye. Two very different stories that both made me go, "What in tarnation?" (I'm actually a grizzled gold miner. I hide it well, don't I?)

The first story was about, I kid you not, a person who died in the middle of a flight, and so that the family could 'deal with their grief', the body was moved into a seat next to a complete stranger.

I'll give you a moment to take that in.

The second was about a man who had been bitten by his sister's cat and ended up in the hospital for three weeks with an infection, and when he couldn't get any satisfaction from her insurance, he sued his sister, won, and was awarded over 100 grand.

Now, I frankly can't decide which story is more appalling.

On the one hand, you've got a person who paid for a flight, first class no less, and after waking up from a nap, notices that a person is sitting next to him, and learns that this person is dead, and was moved from the seat where they died, and into the seat next to him so to ease the pain of the family they were sitting with. Now I'll grant you that moving the body away from the family was the right thing to do, but couldn't they find a better place to put it? Like away from paying customers? If I'm that guy, I'm suing the airline fast than you can say 'me so litigious'.

On the other hand, you've got a guy who was at his sister's place, and her cat bit him. He says that the bite got so infected that his hands swelled up so that they looked like, and I quote here, "plump hot dogs" and he had to spend three weeks in hospital. This ran up medical bills in the thousands of dollars. I don't want to sound like a heartless bitch - or do I? - but seriously? What the hell did you do after the bite that it got so infected? Did you take any sort of precautions, or did you just start pouring test tubes full of bacteria over the broken skin? I mean, three weeks in the hospital is a crapload of time, so it must have been some kinda infection. And suing your own sister to get money for the bills? Yeesh. Way to build family unity. I don't want to be at that Thanksgiving table. No sir.

Both of these stories piss me off to no end, but for different reasons. I can't believe that the airline would treat one of their passengers that way. Well, actually, I can, but I just hoped they wouldn't, and I recommend litigation to anyone on that flight. But as for the suing bite victim, the fact that he would sue someone because he can't properly clean a wound or seek timely medical attention chafes my ass something fierce. That's what medical insurance is for, jackhole.

I'm so blinded with rage that I can't even concluded this little rant here cogently, so I'll just end with this:

Some people suck chunkers.


The Stormy Diva said...

What exactly is "tarnation?" Is it a person, place or thing?

Table Mabel said...

The way I used it, it's a sort of curse, kinda like "What the hell?" But I think I got my source for it screwed up. It is first attested in New England in the late 18th century. Sigh. It sucks being stupid like me.