How the fuck can one believe in intelligent design, we live in a universe where:
-Condensation drops can form on the nose.
-Static electricity water physics
-When you restrict like a 40th of the hole circumference of a plastic bag, the thing is very likely yo refuse to be emptied in one swoop.
-a 12cm² (3x4cm) surface has no issues blocking all small particles from falling out of 8cm wide ball of stringy material, unless you want don't want no small particles, then they will find a fucking way to get past professional sealing.
Not to mention those self proclaimiing top of the foodchain monkeys that roam the streets.
I just had a woman arrive at the parc, see me in my uniform, then proceed to stare around aimlessly. After an inordinate amount of eyerolling from myself I took it upon me to release her from her demons by saying hello. She proceeded to ask where her broken vacuum cleaner goes, I answer small electronics like, you know, it's written on the sign (and as opposed to big electro meaning fridges and washing machines). She answers it ain't that small. I sigh and give her ample time commenting to myself "i don't want to philosophize about semantics" she pulls out an extremly normal vacuum cleaner, houseware kind not even those big round ones with several strength settings. I take it put it into the small electro commenting "come on sure, we're not a linguistics institute small electronics is just how it is called". Tell her to put the rest in the metal container. She does a few spins around her self because I did not specify to put the plastic head somewhere else, I ignore her eventually she figures it out. Well all of that must have been so thought stimulating she sits in her car and drives off with a door open. Now here I fucked up I should have yelled stop like a madman. But the amount of times somebody doing something a stupid way got half indignated for mentionning you left this or you lost that, I opted not to thinking she must have her "reasons" to drive with an open door. She drives all the way toward the exit, smacking her door into a wall, on a downward path, that was quite the angle, possibly more than a dent.
edit: I've run an cringy amount of scenarios in my head... Poor woman, I regret the way I acted. It is very tiresome to do all the thinking for our visitors, and it's especially hurtful if that leads to them shutting you down (bonus points if they're bad listeners and do the mistake anyway, it's really not that rare). I just hope she isn't on her last dime or that my snark didn't make her spiral into learned helpness because she has an actual abusive dick at home who's is gonna flip out at the door. I'm pretty sure she rode straight away because she was embarrassed, I really don't believe she had any health issues preventing her from noticing. Hopefully it's just some paint scratched and she just thought to herself: "god I'm such an airhead".... anyway no intelligent design here, just stochastic misery and sparodic peaks of joy