Selling Up

Bark more,

wag less.

'Tis the Season (Not Really)

Fuck a "Family Gathering."

That's right...Fuck it.

The worst asshole in our 'family' is the one all obsessed

with the family tree and finding out about the past.

Sure enough--he can't deal with real people so

he's safe dealing with the dead.

Personally, I don't wanna know my living

relations, so why would I want to read about the ones

who are gone?

This time of year is ludicrousness beyond compare;

a manufactured 'holiday' where people feel

compelled to spend time with blood relatives

they're virtual strangers with (or avoid due

to deep and abiding hatred of them) and

play-act togetherness for a day...or three.

If there's a reason y'all don't get along,

I say Go With It! Trust your instincts!

Don't let tradition and guilting and obligation

cause you to spend another moment of unhappiness.

Life's too short, and gene pools are too shallow.

Family's what you make of it; and mine is magical....

(I just want to make those sum bitches DISAPPEAR!)

I'll be contentedly and calmly spending a day

all by myself, knowing it's the best company I could

possibly have.

***

Baaa, Baaa, Black-Friday Sheep

Figured I'd go ahead and get this out of the way...

Because I would hate like hell to

celebrate just one god damned holiday

before we're prepping for the

next three or four.

Jesus', Juan, and Maria... enough already.

***

"Yes...unfortunately, I CAN hear you now."

So, I know that cell phone use is evidently more

addictive that porn, nicotine, and alcohol put

together. Silly bitches (of both sexes) can't be

bothered to turn off their cell phones in line,

at the store, at a restaurant, in the library, or

(of course) in a moving vehicle.

I know that one day last week there had to

have been at least a dozen ignorant mother

fuckers who were driving while on a cell phone

within just a short 5 block drive.

Taking corners, missing stoplights, on the highway.

They don't care; they're invulnerable...greatest drivers ever.

Bullshit.

Ignorant-ass, ridiculous, life-risking pieces of shit;

HANG UP the mother-fucking phones AND DRIVE.

Hang 'em up in public too. Here's a news flash;

I do not give a good god damn about your

private life, your drama, your personal business

of any sort. Calm down, stop shouting, stop

posing, stop making me hear your worthless

bullshit.

Because we both know you are NOT that

damned important, and really have nothing to say.

***

Bad Pig

Anyone who's been inside the front door of the

Donalsonville Piggly Wiggly and has a nose that

works knows there is a serious problem with

mildew/mold outbreak, probably as bad as the one

over at the EMC office lobby.

After having suffered headaches from smelling

the offensive odor for over a year now, I

figured I'd see if they were planning on doing

anything about it.

So, the clerk brings out the manager, who

looks quite disagreeable to my reporting this, and

asks me "Who are you!??!"

As in "Who the fuck are you to be reporting

anything about my store? Who do you think you are?

Are you with OSHA? Piggly Wiggly corporate?"

sigh.

So she sends me to the Produce department since

that's not her department (although one would think

store air quality would be under a manager's purview)

and I explain that the entire produce section and the front

area where the cash registers are have a horrible mildew

smell. Repeatedly I'm asked to explain where it is.

I don't know how difficult "all throughout" is to

understand. To affect 1,200 square feet, a smell is bad.

So he ends up deciding it's a single shelf, explaining

that it can't be the machines because they were all

taken out and cleaned recently. I suggested the floors

would be a good possibility--water getting underneath

and not being dried--but he didn't think that was the answer.

I was told that they would 'look into it,' which of course

 is the business equivalent of "let's talk soon."

Here's the thing; this is not something I alone have

smelled; a cashier there just last week said that 3 other

people had complained that very day.

So, if you want something done about it, you

should probably call and report the matter. And if you

or a friend or family member work there, you should

definitely raise a stink! Because mold and mildew

infestation is serious shit, man, and it doesn't just

affect those who are already impaired by age or lung

or allergy issues; there are severe long-tern health problems

that affect the respiratory system from prolonged

exposure. Just in case you care.

Personally, I think I'll just shop elsewhere.

***

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