The people who are obsessively tracking a package when they already know when it's coming are the same people who party in my building's hallway at 3am on a weeknight because they think they still live in a dorm. They're the people who yammer on their phone at full volume for the duration of a 2 hour train ride. They're the people who cut you off in traffic so they can get to the red light first.
They're entitled and demanding. They were raised by post modern hippie/yuppies to think that every word out of their mouth was golden and special. Mommy and Daddy never told them no. Their every want is valid. Their every desire deserves fulfillment. They want what they want, they deserve what they want, and they want it all NOW. With a cupcake.
And because they CAN do something with the aid of technology, they MUST do it with the aid of technology. Their every word is tweetable. Their every meal Foursquarable. Yelpable. Facebookable. Their every inhalation, exhalation and defecation must be blogged, reblogged, tracked back and added to Pintrest. And if one tiny little minute detail of their bland chain food eating, GAPBANANANAVY wearing lives goes unheralded, unnoticed, untracked, or unliked, they call customer service and complain, gnash their teeth, chew their manicures, and stomp around until they are noticed. And if you make fun of their speshul wittle feewings, you are mean spirited and arrogant.
We live in a world of funemployed kiddult BRATS. We can't stop them. All we can do is laugh. They definitely deserve at least that.