So, I'm sitting in the office and the phone rings.

I think I was sitting, I might not have been sitting.

This little phone call proved a watershed moment in my perception of political correctness.

It's true, although I can't prove it, you'll just have to take my word for it.

We built houses and roads and stuff...

The phone call went something like this:

Hello?

My little girl was out with her father learning how to ride a bike. She fell and skinned her knee on the curb. I want to know when you'll be rubberizing the curbs?

Huh?

Rubberize the curbs, she skinned her knee.

Seriously?

Yes, I'm serious.

Calling to the next office: Dad, this call is for you (I transferred the call).

It left me wondering how this person could afford a home, furthermore should they be breeding? Are the rooms in their home rubberized?

Do they take responsibility for nothing?

Is she unfamiliar with gravity?

This was the mid-80's.

Personal responsibility has eroded further since then.

We are no longer responsible for ourselves. Even death must be blamed on something other than our own actions.

Rubberize curbs?

Please, for the love of spam, put rubber to a better use... a condom and the tires on your car to drive yourself to a psychiatrist.

I swear this to be true, sadly true.