Sundays without football just feel weird. It’s like, all of a sudden there’s this huge chunk of time where I get to do things that I do the other 6 days of the week. Gym time, errands, grocery shopping…for a few months now the world is my oyster for 7 days a week.

In fact last Sunday I hit the gym and stopped for food on my way home. The woman in front of me hands over some cash and coin, and as the cashier is getting her change the woman pulls out another bit of cash and change and hands it to the cashier as well. Simple enough, somebody wants a ten dollar bill rather than eight and change, we’re all good. The girl at the register takes the money and pauses momentarily as she figures out the new change.

This clearly wasn’t acceptable in the mind of the woman paying.

“Come on sweetie, its simple math. You can do it!”

“All you do is add what’s in your hand to what you were going to take out of your drawer.”

“This is the future of America here.” (which she directed at her daughter who was with her)

And I don’t think I need to describe this woman’s tone as she was loudly saying these things.

As someone who works in retail, I’ll share this with anyone who finds themselves mystified right now. The people who are ringing you up forget everything, everything, right after they do it, myself included. We just work faster that way. It’s an operating system freeing memory when you close a program. Once I’ve taken your cash and opened my drawer I’ve already forgotten your total. I know your change, so the total becomes a useless number to me.

Most of the time when those things happen it’s a quick fix. I usually know why people are handing me the extra change they are, but on occasion, just like that girl did, you have to take two seconds. And it’s certainly not something you need to embarrass a stranger over.

These rude acts aren’t even isolated incidents. When I was in college I used to work at that same grocery store. One night I’m mopping up something a customer spilled as a woman passes me with her elementary school aged son.

“That’s why you have to study in school. If you don’t you’ll end up a failure mopping floors.”

I was 19 when I heard that, and at 25 going on 26 I still remember each and every word.

So what does any of this have to do with fantasy football?

Well there are a lot of great writers on Twitter…and then there are a few others

Dismissive when they get questions from people who follow them. Elitist and self-important when it comes to explaining their newly crafted metric. Insulting to the point of humiliation when it comes to disagreeing with other writers.

I’m proud to play and write about fantasy football. I’ve loved it since day 1 and I encourage friends, family, and coworkers to play it because because it’s a great way to keep in touch with people, it makes watching football even more enjoyable, and it’s just fun…except when it comes to these people.

When you tweet nasty things at people who are open enough to come to you, you make the fantasy community a smaller and more bitter place. And if you’re someone who gets a nasty response, unfollow and find a writer that will take the time to help you.

With all this out of the way I’m happy to be looking at the start of the 2016 Fantasy Football season. Rookie breakdowns, free agency analysis, and fantasy depth charts are all on the horizon. Got somebody you want a little extra info on? Drop me a line in the comments below or as always you can get at me @TheFantasyForce