I hate having to explain other peoples' jobs to them. You learned it at some point, or a teacher dropped the ball, or perhaps you are just lazy, worse yet you may even be an officer. They are the worst. No offense Robbie, but you all suck. I have had to deal with these pencil pushing weenies for far too long now. An argument could be made for them being that they are from the National Guard, but does the fact that they are from deep Alabama really excuse them from being intelligent? Hell yes it does. That state is retarded. They frustrate me so much. Now, if it was just one or two of them, I would not have this view of the entire state, but it is all of them...every last inbred one. They frustrate me as much as old people at the check out line.
No offense to you now Grandmommy, but old ladies really upset me at the check out counter. For instance: I was on my way out of town to come and visit my beautiful and loving grandmother in Kansas City, and I thought it would be a good idea to run into Walmart and get a few supplies. Now, I go in, buy my 3 items, and proceed to the 10 items or less checkout counter. This is where it gets interesting. Directly in front of me there is this woman. She must have been pushing 70 or 80 years of age. She was casually fingering through the tabloids when it was her time to pay. (It is at this time my annoyance meter starts to tremble a bit.) She then puts the magazine down and places her things on the track to get scanned by the 16 year-old behind the register. One by one she gently and ever so slowly unloads her 8 items out of her cart, and onto the belt. My meter is begining to show signs of life once more, but I calm myself because I know that I am next and this can't take too much longer. She then proceeds to look at the total on the screen and after much deliberation she reaches into her purse and pulls out the most horrific thing someone in a hurry can imagine...a coin purse. My meter began freaking out. Still, I figured she was just getting the change needed to make the transaction an even one. I can understand that, but she kept digging. Apparently, she wanted to pay for her George Foreman, 3-in-1, skillet-grill-coffee maker, super-saver-special entirely with the change she dug out of her lime-green 22 year-old sofa/lounger. (The same sofa that she still thinks is quaint because it came with a matching ottoman.)
We have reached meltdown.
Knowing that my Grandmommy would never do anything like this. I freaked out. I damn near lost consiousness. It became dark all around me. I almost forgot who I was. Then, the madness ended. It was my turn. A calm rushed over me. I was a hindu cow. Calm as can be.
Anyway, that really pissed me off. Just thought you should know that.