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I realized why no one really listened to me (in this case, at work as a security guard) until today.
I never carried a full-size bullhorn.
I had so much fun terrorizing people with the one at work that I think I'm going to buy one for personal use. On my days off, I'll wander around and dispense public service announcements that such as, "Low-riding jeans do not make your fat roll look sexy", "Reading instructions isn't hard especially since they have pictures in them nowadays for people like you", "Wigger isn't an ethnic group" and my personal favorite, "Either stop being stupid and get a clue or jump in front of the train already because just watching you breathe and take up space on this already over-populated planet is driving me insane in a BIG hurry".
Among others.
I think I'll do it in uniform too. People and their respect for authority. Maybe if I tell someone to tuck their shirt in and pull their pants up because they look kcufing moronic, they may very well do it.
That or attempt to kick my ass. Better pack along some mace.
I love this country, but it's the same as being in love with a fickle, manic-depressive, alcoholic, drug-addicted, whore-mongering bitch.
Of course that must make me co-dependent, but who doesn't have issues these days?
On the upside of having to deal with the public, today some girl screamed at me that I was "freakin hot". She was actually about an 8.5, but I factored in darkness and inebriation/chemical influence when considering the source and didn't let it go too far up my head.
Bedtime. Worky-work at 1. Hopefully I'm by myself again. That was fun.