Fly Me to the Moon...

I have an expression I use from time to time: "I'm building a rocket-car and I'm going to live on the moon".

Its usually uttered after some experience or something I see or read that gives me little hope for mankind. For instance, watching the MTV "music" awards usually brings up this sentiment. Part of it has to do with me being old and out of touch, but another part of it is just shock at people's lack of self-awareness.

I was struck by the idea moments ago on line at the bank. No one likes waiting in line at the bank. The gentleman behind me thought he'd use this time wisely and multitask. I began to hear these little "clicks" going off in succession but not in any organized fashion. They continued on for a couple of minutes with some pauses in between. I turned and looked.

You see ladies and gentleman, this person decided this was the time and place to clip his fingernails. On line - at the bank - with no where for his clippings to go but onto the ugly industrial carpet.

So, who wants to join me on the moon?