real post time
Yeah, I watched most of a born-again Christian independent film during dinner with the family, it was pretty fucking bad.
Today was an alright day at work, had a few memorable moments. The first came when I was at one location picking up trash on the side of the road (a regular occurance). It being a development site where the houses are fairly expensive, the occasional nice car drives by and looks around, as was the case today. As I'm picking up trash, which it is evident that I'm doing, the fuck throws a bottle out of their window right beside me. FUCK THAT. I'm not their fucking maid, I say to myself, so I pick up the bottle and chuck it right at their brand new BMW, and of course it's a direct hit. They stop, and I guess they looked back and saw that I had a shovel in my hand and they pussied out because they drove off without saying anything. I don't give a shit, no one's gonna disrespect me like that, they can throw their own fucking bottles away. Haha, that's right, stickin' it to the man.
The second thing happened as I was leaving that property to go pick up trash at another development site (construction workers are more disgusting than pigs), I'm slowing down to a red light and notice a Quiktime (or Quickstop or wahtever the fuck it's called) gas station, and they have $.59 32 oz. fountain drinks, so I'm like fuck yeah! I check to see if anyone's coming up behind me in the turning lane, which they're not, and I proceed to switch into it. As soon as I get there, I assume that this truck had been barrelling down the road towards the mass of cars at the red light going like 50 mph and decided to switch into the turning lane after I did, because I look in my rearview after I get into the lane and this truck is going up on the curb and the guy inside is flailing his arms manically and does a bunch of quick, angry honks at me. I figure that it's his own fault, so fuck him, and turn into the gas station, and he turns in behind me. I think that this guy is gonna do some road rage yelling-at-me bullshit, so I put my 'I Don't Fucking Know You' game face on. I get out of my car and walk inside, and he's behind me so I hold the door open for him. He didn't know what to do! I kept on, minding my own business, got a drink from the fountain and walked up beside him (he was a pretty big guy too, but I digress) to get a lid. He says nothing, so I assume he got over it pretty quickly or whatever, but I found it funny nonetheless.
The moral of today's stories is: don't fuck with Chris Kemp. You throw your trash out at him, expect that trash to hit your car. You honk and develop road rage-like symptoms, expect him to hold the door open for you. But don't expect him to take shit from you. Hahahaha what a fun day.
Oh, and I have tomorrow off, so I can get some shit done and ready and prepared for the trip I make on Friday. Whoopee! (nobody says that anymore, I don't know why)
Today was an alright day at work, had a few memorable moments. The first came when I was at one location picking up trash on the side of the road (a regular occurance). It being a development site where the houses are fairly expensive, the occasional nice car drives by and looks around, as was the case today. As I'm picking up trash, which it is evident that I'm doing, the fuck throws a bottle out of their window right beside me. FUCK THAT. I'm not their fucking maid, I say to myself, so I pick up the bottle and chuck it right at their brand new BMW, and of course it's a direct hit. They stop, and I guess they looked back and saw that I had a shovel in my hand and they pussied out because they drove off without saying anything. I don't give a shit, no one's gonna disrespect me like that, they can throw their own fucking bottles away. Haha, that's right, stickin' it to the man.
The second thing happened as I was leaving that property to go pick up trash at another development site (construction workers are more disgusting than pigs), I'm slowing down to a red light and notice a Quiktime (or Quickstop or wahtever the fuck it's called) gas station, and they have $.59 32 oz. fountain drinks, so I'm like fuck yeah! I check to see if anyone's coming up behind me in the turning lane, which they're not, and I proceed to switch into it. As soon as I get there, I assume that this truck had been barrelling down the road towards the mass of cars at the red light going like 50 mph and decided to switch into the turning lane after I did, because I look in my rearview after I get into the lane and this truck is going up on the curb and the guy inside is flailing his arms manically and does a bunch of quick, angry honks at me. I figure that it's his own fault, so fuck him, and turn into the gas station, and he turns in behind me. I think that this guy is gonna do some road rage yelling-at-me bullshit, so I put my 'I Don't Fucking Know You' game face on. I get out of my car and walk inside, and he's behind me so I hold the door open for him. He didn't know what to do! I kept on, minding my own business, got a drink from the fountain and walked up beside him (he was a pretty big guy too, but I digress) to get a lid. He says nothing, so I assume he got over it pretty quickly or whatever, but I found it funny nonetheless.
The moral of today's stories is: don't fuck with Chris Kemp. You throw your trash out at him, expect that trash to hit your car. You honk and develop road rage-like symptoms, expect him to hold the door open for you. But don't expect him to take shit from you. Hahahaha what a fun day.
Oh, and I have tomorrow off, so I can get some shit done and ready and prepared for the trip I make on Friday. Whoopee! (nobody says that anymore, I don't know why)