I'm crabby today. I was up at 6 this morning with a VERY-awake-and-into-everything baby. The elder has the next two days off, so I have them both. I have babysat every night this week so far, and I will be Friday and Saturday too. Last night, I made no cash because it was a job I owed. *grumble*
On the was there, I stopped at Starbucks. Thank god I had 15 WHOLE MINUTES to kill. Because this BITCH was ahead of me, with her 8 year old boy. I walked in and thought they had already ordered, because she's just kind of standing there starting at the pastries petulantly. SO I say hi to the barista and he's like, "oh, this lady is ahead of you." Ok, fine. She just keeps staring at the food and then asks a question about the freshness of the coffee. (It's fucking Starbucks, lady. Have you not been here before?) WHILE the guy is answering, she answers her ringing phone.
I've seen this poor form before, of course, but it never ceases to enrage me. She then points to the things she wants, and makes her wey to the register still on the phone paying no attention to the coffee dude whatsoever when he asks her if she wants anything else. And this bitch obviously can't walk and chew gum at the same time because she certainly couldn't handle searching her wallet and yapping on the phone. I stood there another 2 minutes until she got off the damn phone and was finally able to find whatever the hell she was hunting.
SO, if I was being so cunty and rude, I'd probably at least sling some half-assed apology his way to make him feel slightly less dehumanized. Not her. AND she didn't tip the guy, or even say thank you.
What. A. Rag.
I am presently in utter disbelief of the sucess of the human race. What utter Champagne White Trash (which is a phrase I only use because I saw it yesterday on the liscence plate frame of at poorly-parked white Lexus yesterday. Serioulsy,
). This particular Burb is chock full of it. That and the elderly. Who may I say do NOT know that you're supposed to walk on the SIDEWALK. They are always walking in the street, against traffic. One portly man was out for his stroll a few days ago as I was driving towards him, and he was wearing grey cotton shorts. Not quite boxers, not quite athletic shorts but nothing someone should ever wear out of the house or hospital. One leg is hiked up and his OLD WANG is just dangling about. DUDE!? Don't you feel the sun on your junk?? Or is it ok cause you've paid your dues? GAHHH!!!!!!!!!
So as soon as one goes down for nap the olther one is up and ready to go to the pool. Which I'd be all over if my tattoo wasn't so gnarly. Also I cut my hand all to shit while breaking dishes last night. And it's all stingy.
On the was there, I stopped at Starbucks. Thank god I had 15 WHOLE MINUTES to kill. Because this BITCH was ahead of me, with her 8 year old boy. I walked in and thought they had already ordered, because she's just kind of standing there starting at the pastries petulantly. SO I say hi to the barista and he's like, "oh, this lady is ahead of you." Ok, fine. She just keeps staring at the food and then asks a question about the freshness of the coffee. (It's fucking Starbucks, lady. Have you not been here before?) WHILE the guy is answering, she answers her ringing phone.
I've seen this poor form before, of course, but it never ceases to enrage me. She then points to the things she wants, and makes her wey to the register still on the phone paying no attention to the coffee dude whatsoever when he asks her if she wants anything else. And this bitch obviously can't walk and chew gum at the same time because she certainly couldn't handle searching her wallet and yapping on the phone. I stood there another 2 minutes until she got off the damn phone and was finally able to find whatever the hell she was hunting. SO, if I was being so cunty and rude, I'd probably at least sling some half-assed apology his way to make him feel slightly less dehumanized. Not her. AND she didn't tip the guy, or even say thank you.
What. A. Rag.
I am presently in utter disbelief of the sucess of the human race. What utter Champagne White Trash (which is a phrase I only use because I saw it yesterday on the liscence plate frame of at poorly-parked white Lexus yesterday. Serioulsy,
). This particular Burb is chock full of it. That and the elderly. Who may I say do NOT know that you're supposed to walk on the SIDEWALK. They are always walking in the street, against traffic. One portly man was out for his stroll a few days ago as I was driving towards him, and he was wearing grey cotton shorts. Not quite boxers, not quite athletic shorts but nothing someone should ever wear out of the house or hospital. One leg is hiked up and his OLD WANG is just dangling about. DUDE!? Don't you feel the sun on your junk?? Or is it ok cause you've paid your dues? GAHHH!!!!!!!!!So as soon as one goes down for nap the olther one is up and ready to go to the pool. Which I'd be all over if my tattoo wasn't so gnarly. Also I cut my hand all to shit while breaking dishes last night. And it's all stingy.
van_goghs_ear:
well first off some old guy's wang hanging out while walking down the street is probably the funniest thing i've ever heard, seriously how can you do that even if you're old. i swear you always have some crazy shit happening. dude avoid starbucks like it's the portal to hell (which it may be) seriously it's a scientific fact that you lose .07% of your soul everytime you enter a starbucks.
van_goghs_ear:
to regain parts of your soul, you must for every visit to starbucks. visit one local independently owned non-corporate coffee shop, stop the coffee monopoly damn it. i must admit i visit neither since i'm allergic to coffee but still fuck starbucks!!!