Blueberries in the Fire Lane
Yes, somebody spilled blueberries in front of the store today. I swept them up, with this dumb grin on my face the entire time. It's just so ubsurd. I kept running the phrase "There are blueberries in the fire lane" through my head. Catchy.
Day after day, people are demonstrating to me WHY most of the world hates the US. I love this country, but DAMN, there are some dumb, ignorant, bitchy, and whiny people here. One more term with bush, and I'll be drafted, and have to lay my life down for these sniveling retards.
Some fuckup thought it would be dandy to put a 2-liter bottle filled halfway up with nasty soda in the bottle machine today. It was accepted, crushed, and promptly filled the machine with skanky soda. Upon removing the bag from the full machine, I was treated to a huge puddle on the ground. It got everywhere, the bottle room, the floor in front of the machines, and on my clothes. A 5 min mop job, and I was out of the bottle room for a while.
OTHER THAN THAT, I'd say that my weekend was pretty hot. Literally.
Saturday: Shaker H.S. Graduation. Hot stuff. Al's graduating class had so little cash that the superindendent, not a guest speaker, made the speech. Next, it was off to lunch at Buca di Beppo--possibly the best Itallian food I have ever had. I got home, and guzzled some milk to kill the garlic aftertaste. Al, Lucas, and I hung out for a bit saturday night. I turned in around midnight, to wake up for the car show on Sunday.
Sunday: Woke up at 6am. Took a shower, and departed for the Capital District Chevrolet Club 22nd annual car show. I drove my dad's S-10 towing a trailer, he took the 65 vette. To keep a long story short, the show went smoothly, dad wasn't real stressed out, and I ended up babysitting my dad's "friend" Michelle's kid. His name was David. He's smart, knows a lot about cars, and doesn't shut up. All in all, we had about 215 pre-1988 cars. I got some bad sun burn, but treated it with some sunburn stuff, so now it's just tan. Got home, and fell asleep at 6pm.
Rant Time.
Besides the afformentioned fuckup with the skanky bottle thing, another thing that irks me is that people don't know what the fuck a 4-way stop sign is. That's when you come to the intersection, and STOP (or at least slow down a bit), making sure it's clear before you go. The first car at the intersection has the right of way. After that, It's the order in which the others arrived. If you got there at the same time as someone else, the car to your left has the right of way.
The Colonie Police Department. I had one cut me off, without using a directional, coming from the edge of the road. IN ONE SMOOTH MOTION, the doughnut-munching, barell-assed, racist, gun-toting, dip-shit pig turned off his flashers, put his car into gear, and cut me off without a directional. The way I see it, he must have had 4 hands: One to turn off the lights, one to put the car into gear, one on the steering wheel, and one flipping me the bird. I have a feeling Lil' ol' Latham will be swarming with vigilantes REAL soon.
Something new: Feel free to post here if you have any complaints about work. This can include dumb bosses, dense co-workers, and retarded customers.
Day after day, people are demonstrating to me WHY most of the world hates the US. I love this country, but DAMN, there are some dumb, ignorant, bitchy, and whiny people here. One more term with bush, and I'll be drafted, and have to lay my life down for these sniveling retards.
Some fuckup thought it would be dandy to put a 2-liter bottle filled halfway up with nasty soda in the bottle machine today. It was accepted, crushed, and promptly filled the machine with skanky soda. Upon removing the bag from the full machine, I was treated to a huge puddle on the ground. It got everywhere, the bottle room, the floor in front of the machines, and on my clothes. A 5 min mop job, and I was out of the bottle room for a while.
OTHER THAN THAT, I'd say that my weekend was pretty hot. Literally.
Saturday: Shaker H.S. Graduation. Hot stuff. Al's graduating class had so little cash that the superindendent, not a guest speaker, made the speech. Next, it was off to lunch at Buca di Beppo--possibly the best Itallian food I have ever had. I got home, and guzzled some milk to kill the garlic aftertaste. Al, Lucas, and I hung out for a bit saturday night. I turned in around midnight, to wake up for the car show on Sunday.
Sunday: Woke up at 6am. Took a shower, and departed for the Capital District Chevrolet Club 22nd annual car show. I drove my dad's S-10 towing a trailer, he took the 65 vette. To keep a long story short, the show went smoothly, dad wasn't real stressed out, and I ended up babysitting my dad's "friend" Michelle's kid. His name was David. He's smart, knows a lot about cars, and doesn't shut up. All in all, we had about 215 pre-1988 cars. I got some bad sun burn, but treated it with some sunburn stuff, so now it's just tan. Got home, and fell asleep at 6pm.
Rant Time.
Besides the afformentioned fuckup with the skanky bottle thing, another thing that irks me is that people don't know what the fuck a 4-way stop sign is. That's when you come to the intersection, and STOP (or at least slow down a bit), making sure it's clear before you go. The first car at the intersection has the right of way. After that, It's the order in which the others arrived. If you got there at the same time as someone else, the car to your left has the right of way.
The Colonie Police Department. I had one cut me off, without using a directional, coming from the edge of the road. IN ONE SMOOTH MOTION, the doughnut-munching, barell-assed, racist, gun-toting, dip-shit pig turned off his flashers, put his car into gear, and cut me off without a directional. The way I see it, he must have had 4 hands: One to turn off the lights, one to put the car into gear, one on the steering wheel, and one flipping me the bird. I have a feeling Lil' ol' Latham will be swarming with vigilantes REAL soon.
Something new: Feel free to post here if you have any complaints about work. This can include dumb bosses, dense co-workers, and retarded customers.