It wouldn't be a complete Friday without me bitchin or writing about the mudane intricities of daily life. Today was a land day. Chub Cay is closing in and the final rounds of shopping have begun. Normally I am pumped when Chub shopping. Ofeten fading off into a happy place thinking about raising blue ones hammering baits as I prowl the aisles. Sometimes though there is enough distractions to keep those memories from surfacing.
I started at Wal Mart... I have a contempt for the one nearest me. Most of them are busy places well stocked and well run. This one was built on the dark side of town. The place is a supersized one that is poorly stocke, always looks like hell and staffed by some of the worst staffers I have seen anywhere.
I hit the first aisle with cart in hand. I needed to get fresh pillows and cases for the V-berth I will call home for the month of April. I selected two pillows and turned to put them in my cart. That quick, my cart had been grabbed by some fat ***** who was too lazy to get one from the parking lot where they keep them.How do I know it was a fat *****? Cause I was the only caucasian slender male in the place. All the rest were fat bitches.
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I got a fresh cart and started blazing a trail through the store. Some things they had but others they were out of. As I went I could see the land sows pulling stuff off the shelves and just drop it on the floor til they found what they wanted. without being a racist I just find such piggish behavior disgusting. I was over in the iced tea mix section and grabbed an extra can of mix. As I turned to drop it in my cart there was a chubby one walking away with it putting my stuff on the shelf as she waddled down the aisle.![]()
I was no gentleman when I confronted her and took it back. Expecting security to be on me like a fly on stink I made tracks for the check out.There are 28 check out lanes in this place and only two of them open. The checkout chubby couldn't one item to scan... I wouldn'th have minded that she called for a manager price check except there were three more identicle items that she had just scanned...![]()
Glad to be out of there. I was leaving the lot when I saw a scarry yet sad event. A very old man in front of me went through the green light but went too far and turned down a lane of oncomming traffic.Fortuanatley they all had good reflexes and brakes.The old man realized his mistake and started to panic. I could see him working feverishly. Light on and off wipers and washer going as he tried to find the gear shifter. He found revers but his feet were now confused as he hit the gas when it was time to brake. Backards over the curb he went. heading for a canal. Then he dumped it in forward and would have launched back into the flow of traffic had the sand not stopped him as he sunk deep in it.
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I parked and walked over to help. I got the poor old fellow calmed down and then got some cardboard to put under his wheels fofor som grip. He got un stuck and cleared himself. I waited for the light and as I crossed the street back to my car I came within an inch of being squashed by a sherrif responding to calls about the old man.![]()
Driving to my next stop my head was full of thoughts. About Florida and its diverse cultures. I thought about getting way old. How I don't look forward to a life like that. Lousy public transport forces the people who should no longer drive back on the road. It makes me sad to think this guy worked hard his whole life paying taxes only to be helpless in these late years. Then I get mad thinking about those same taxes and the fact they are manipulated to support those land sows who tossed the goods on the floor in the store. Most of whom have become victims of a system that is designed to keep them from working a single day of their lives...
There... Thats the rant for the day... Thank you...![]()


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How do I know it was a fat *****? Cause I was the only caucasian slender male in the place. All the rest were fat bitches.
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just remember you live in Fla. could be worse you could still live in Jersey still
I may have FDlorida but you got Grady and the "Best Kept Secret..."