Loaners
So I took the Saturn in and got a free loaner car to use until the Saturn is done. They gave me a Dodge Stratus, and the thing drives like a fucking three-legged dog with a boner. God damn, it sucks.
I know I'm just bitching, but nobody fucking reads this shit, so who gives a fuck anyway?
So last night, I stop off at one of the local convenience stores on my way to work in order to get my regulation Arizona Green Tea and a small bottle of chocolate milk. In the store is this horribly stereotypical White Trash family. Mom and Dad (assuming they were actually married and not just "shackin' up") both smelled like old engine parts and stale ashtray. They actually left a trail of their scent wherever they went, and it hung in the air like a fucking balloon at the Macy's Thanksgiving parade. They had with them their two kids, who were both dirty, pudgy and hyperactive. They were literally running and screeching all around the store at the speed of a bottle rocket until mom told them to "come over here and pick out some candy." Great. Just what fat, hyperactive, social retards need: more fucking sugar. Anyway, so they go up to the counter, and dad has his obligatory case of Bud, and mom is buying the cigs. Naturally, they both don't smoke the same ones, and they have to argue about it. She smokes Marlboro Light 100's, because they're so much healthier, and he smokes Marlboro Mediums. Why? Because every shit-smelling scumfuck who drives a 1986 Pontiac and wears greasy Harley Davidson shirts with the sleeves cut off so that you can see his half-assed tattoos smokes Marlboro Mediums. It's the White Trash Cigarette of Choice. They get their smokes, four candy bars each for the offspring, their beer and then it's time for the real purchase--$70 worth of scratch-off Lottery tickets. They won't buy a new car or a bar of soap, but they'll spend $70 on lottery tickets. So as they are leaving, dad picks up the stack of tickets and the Bud, and mom turns around and says, "Now half of them's mine and I don't want you hogging 'em all. And them last two is for the kids." At which point, dad takes the last two tickets and hands one to each of the chocolate-slurping slob-dumplings and the family heads out the door.
Who the FUCK buys scratch-off lottery tickets for their fucking children? Is this what the fuck America is turning into? Are we teaching our kids that it's better to be dirty and ignorant and hope for that one big gamble rather than get an education and actually try to do something with ourselves? Or is it just a small section of the population?
I'm in New York State, and I still run into fucking Hicks. What. The. Fuck.
I know I'm just bitching, but nobody fucking reads this shit, so who gives a fuck anyway?
So last night, I stop off at one of the local convenience stores on my way to work in order to get my regulation Arizona Green Tea and a small bottle of chocolate milk. In the store is this horribly stereotypical White Trash family. Mom and Dad (assuming they were actually married and not just "shackin' up") both smelled like old engine parts and stale ashtray. They actually left a trail of their scent wherever they went, and it hung in the air like a fucking balloon at the Macy's Thanksgiving parade. They had with them their two kids, who were both dirty, pudgy and hyperactive. They were literally running and screeching all around the store at the speed of a bottle rocket until mom told them to "come over here and pick out some candy." Great. Just what fat, hyperactive, social retards need: more fucking sugar. Anyway, so they go up to the counter, and dad has his obligatory case of Bud, and mom is buying the cigs. Naturally, they both don't smoke the same ones, and they have to argue about it. She smokes Marlboro Light 100's, because they're so much healthier, and he smokes Marlboro Mediums. Why? Because every shit-smelling scumfuck who drives a 1986 Pontiac and wears greasy Harley Davidson shirts with the sleeves cut off so that you can see his half-assed tattoos smokes Marlboro Mediums. It's the White Trash Cigarette of Choice. They get their smokes, four candy bars each for the offspring, their beer and then it's time for the real purchase--$70 worth of scratch-off Lottery tickets. They won't buy a new car or a bar of soap, but they'll spend $70 on lottery tickets. So as they are leaving, dad picks up the stack of tickets and the Bud, and mom turns around and says, "Now half of them's mine and I don't want you hogging 'em all. And them last two is for the kids." At which point, dad takes the last two tickets and hands one to each of the chocolate-slurping slob-dumplings and the family heads out the door.
Who the FUCK buys scratch-off lottery tickets for their fucking children? Is this what the fuck America is turning into? Are we teaching our kids that it's better to be dirty and ignorant and hope for that one big gamble rather than get an education and actually try to do something with ourselves? Or is it just a small section of the population?
I'm in New York State, and I still run into fucking Hicks. What. The. Fuck.