Viva Old Ones.

Aug 12, 2009 09:52

  Attempts to repair the TV have proved partially successful.  The sound is back, but with a humming noise in the background.  Sort of like the Obama administration.  Time for a new TV (time for a new fucking government), but I hate the idea of spending money on such an idiotic machine.

Speaking of idiots.  "Bubble Head", one of the local druggies, threw a fit at the gas station last night.  This is nothing new, but it was in front of a lot of other people.  Bubble Head, (that's what his wife calls him) will suddenly start to shout about anything at any given time, if he's high on pills.  Which is sometimes, not always.  But the "sometimes" are spectacular.

The Red Sox;  "CAN'T OTIZ GET HIS SHIT TOGETHER?!"

The weather;  "IT'S FUCKING HOT OUT!"

The news;  "FUCKING AY-RABS!"

Or whatever.  Last night he wanted to cash a money order for forty dollars.  This is in front of a young couple and some Russian guy.  I told him we don't cash money orders.

Instant melt down, on the verge of tears, roaring.

Just looking up at the ceiling, arms stretched out. " WAAAAAAT!"  Then again; "WAAAAAAT!"

"THE FUUUK?"

"Take it to a bank."

"THE FUUUK?  WHAT IS THE PROBLEM?"

"Take it to a bank."

"I THOUGHT YOU WERE A FRIEND!"

"Take it to a bank."

"I CAN'T GO TO A FUCKING BAAAANK!"  (yeah, cuz he'll get arrested as soon as he walks in...)

"FUUUK!"

"Take it to a bank."

Meanwhile the old Russian is heading for the door.  The young couple are wide eyed.  I'll give the boy credit, he got between Bubble Head and his girl.  But then they kind of froze.  Bubble Head realized he was losing it and split fast.  Got back on his bike and took off.

Someday he's gonna get killed on that bike.  You watch.

Anyway, the TV working again.  Fucking thing.

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