Glad to be safely ensconced in my home
So, I have been subjected to some delightful conversations this evening.
First, the mildly amusing, although also mildly gross one. Mother and her two kids are in my section at work, and all of a sudden, the little boy announces very loudly that he has to poo. So his mom tells him to get to the bathroom, and hurry. He's all, "Mommy!" She's all, "Hurry! Go! For heaven's sake don't go here! Run!" Repeat a few times, and then the kid just bawls, "I did it by accident!" And the mother finally manages to hustle him off to the bathroom.
Then, on the bus on the way home, I was forced to endure the conversation of a group of teenagers - based on some of their discussions, I'm going to say a little underage. Probably three or four guys and a girl. These kids (Man, typing that makes me feel old) are loud and soooooo obnoxious. They're in that stage of existence where they find discussions of male genitalia and their own drunk and obnoxious behaviour absolutely hilarious. Oh, and the girl's main contributions to the conversation is hysterical giggling. Then one of them asks if they know where they're getting off. This leads to the realization that none of them have any idea if they're on the right bus at all, and this in turn leads to a very lengthy discussion of whose fault it is that they are on this bus. At this point, there's still fifteen minutes left of the ride, and I'm so ready to jam a spoon up my nose and fish out my brains just to make it stop. Again, while I'm reasonably confident I was never quite that obnoxious, I would like to reiterate my apology of a while ago for having once been a teenager.
And THEN, when I'm walking home from the bus stop (alone; darn that Gigantour), I pass this guy sitting on his front stoop. He says excuse me, I look over, he starts to ask, "Would you happen to have-" I say, "No, sorry," and continue walking, at which point, he says, I believe, something to the effect of "All I want is a fucking cigarette, bitch." Now, admittedly, interrupting before he's even finished his request is not the most polite thing to do, but really, it's after 11, I'm a girl, alone, in a somewhat seedy sort of neighbourhood. Sorry, but I'm not going to stop and chat with some guy. Fortunately, his little outburst was the extent of it, but still, it was a little scary, and now I can't even have a nice reassuring hug. :( Unless I go harass the cat, but he'd probably just bite me... Oh well. I'm home now; it's all good.
And what's that I hear? Why, I do believe it's those obnoxious teenagers, having gotten to the end of the bus line, and presumably not where they intended to be, so it sounds like they're wandering the neighbourhood, presumably to figure out how to get where they want to be. Sigh.
Edit: I just had to kill a big ugly bug in the bathroom. I hope Fuzzy's having a good time, because he's never allowed to leave again.
OK, I'm done whining now.
First, the mildly amusing, although also mildly gross one. Mother and her two kids are in my section at work, and all of a sudden, the little boy announces very loudly that he has to poo. So his mom tells him to get to the bathroom, and hurry. He's all, "Mommy!" She's all, "Hurry! Go! For heaven's sake don't go here! Run!" Repeat a few times, and then the kid just bawls, "I did it by accident!" And the mother finally manages to hustle him off to the bathroom.
Then, on the bus on the way home, I was forced to endure the conversation of a group of teenagers - based on some of their discussions, I'm going to say a little underage. Probably three or four guys and a girl. These kids (Man, typing that makes me feel old) are loud and soooooo obnoxious. They're in that stage of existence where they find discussions of male genitalia and their own drunk and obnoxious behaviour absolutely hilarious. Oh, and the girl's main contributions to the conversation is hysterical giggling. Then one of them asks if they know where they're getting off. This leads to the realization that none of them have any idea if they're on the right bus at all, and this in turn leads to a very lengthy discussion of whose fault it is that they are on this bus. At this point, there's still fifteen minutes left of the ride, and I'm so ready to jam a spoon up my nose and fish out my brains just to make it stop. Again, while I'm reasonably confident I was never quite that obnoxious, I would like to reiterate my apology of a while ago for having once been a teenager.
And THEN, when I'm walking home from the bus stop (alone; darn that Gigantour), I pass this guy sitting on his front stoop. He says excuse me, I look over, he starts to ask, "Would you happen to have-" I say, "No, sorry," and continue walking, at which point, he says, I believe, something to the effect of "All I want is a fucking cigarette, bitch." Now, admittedly, interrupting before he's even finished his request is not the most polite thing to do, but really, it's after 11, I'm a girl, alone, in a somewhat seedy sort of neighbourhood. Sorry, but I'm not going to stop and chat with some guy. Fortunately, his little outburst was the extent of it, but still, it was a little scary, and now I can't even have a nice reassuring hug. :( Unless I go harass the cat, but he'd probably just bite me... Oh well. I'm home now; it's all good.
And what's that I hear? Why, I do believe it's those obnoxious teenagers, having gotten to the end of the bus line, and presumably not where they intended to be, so it sounds like they're wandering the neighbourhood, presumably to figure out how to get where they want to be. Sigh.
Edit: I just had to kill a big ugly bug in the bathroom. I hope Fuzzy's having a good time, because he's never allowed to leave again.
OK, I'm done whining now.