Who came up with the brilliant idea to create a patio furniture umbrella for individual's to carry in the rain? Who needs a fucking an umbrella THAT large?
Find the culprit.
Hunt them down.
Hang them by the nads in the public square.
Seriously.
When it rains in this city I am overcome with my hatred for humankind and all who resemble said humankind. Or in any case, Philadelphia's commuting humankind.
SEPTA's delightful follies encompassed an overcrowded bus filled with an ever so respectful (
) group of 13-14 year olds and their soggy goodness as well as a woman so obese that she could not fit down the aisle who kept pushing me into the seat my daughter was sitting in, belly first, until I finally turned around and said. "I am pregnant and there is nowhere for me to go - what would you like me to do?" She gave me one more good shove and proceeded to barrel down the aisle.
An overzealous truck nearly mowed the kidlet and I down, while we were crossing on our light, once we finally got off afore mentioned SEPTA atrocity - to which I literally stopped in the middle of the street because at this point I had been whacked by innumerable patio umbrellas, pushed and mauled by the bus people and soaked by the traffic speeding by and basically dared him to continue towards me. He stopped the truck inches from my mid section just in time to hear me call him an asshole.
It has been a treacherous morning and it is only 9:30.
I must put on this BRMC cd I was looking forward to revisiting before I entered the perilous journey through The Rain Retardation Zone.
Sigh...
Find the culprit.
Hunt them down.
Hang them by the nads in the public square.
Seriously.
When it rains in this city I am overcome with my hatred for humankind and all who resemble said humankind. Or in any case, Philadelphia's commuting humankind.
SEPTA's delightful follies encompassed an overcrowded bus filled with an ever so respectful (
) group of 13-14 year olds and their soggy goodness as well as a woman so obese that she could not fit down the aisle who kept pushing me into the seat my daughter was sitting in, belly first, until I finally turned around and said. "I am pregnant and there is nowhere for me to go - what would you like me to do?" She gave me one more good shove and proceeded to barrel down the aisle.
An overzealous truck nearly mowed the kidlet and I down, while we were crossing on our light, once we finally got off afore mentioned SEPTA atrocity - to which I literally stopped in the middle of the street because at this point I had been whacked by innumerable patio umbrellas, pushed and mauled by the bus people and soaked by the traffic speeding by and basically dared him to continue towards me. He stopped the truck inches from my mid section just in time to hear me call him an asshole.
It has been a treacherous morning and it is only 9:30.
I must put on this BRMC cd I was looking forward to revisiting before I entered the perilous journey through The Rain Retardation Zone.
Sigh...
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speaking of pregnancy- Dandy Ws on Winamp... Zia McCabe= rock en roll