The four years I've lived on this dead end street always proves eventful during the holiday week between Christmas and New Year's. There is always at least one party a day that sometimes results in a couple of drunks cheering and singing at the side of the lawn or in the street. Completely harmless as they are having fun, there have been days that the parties went into the night and early mornings. 

The day after Christmas started like most of them do around here, loud music flowing like a bad speaker bumping out horrible tunes, dogs barking, and children screaming while they play. Nothing coffee can't cure most of the time, but this particular morning I was not in a mood to deal with it so I walked outside to see who the music invasion was coming from. Directly across the street out of a Cruiser with the driver's door wide open playing old school Tejano music.
That music played all day long, until the beat changed when a CD started skipping and the guy who owned the car would flip to the next song only to have it skip too. He actually let this one CD skip for over an hour before he put a different one into his CD player of the vehicle and then proceeded to turn the volume up. How does upping the volume guarantee no more CD skip? Are you that drunk you seriously can't grasp the concept that not only is that music annoying, the fact that you're letting it skip over and over and then switch to something different and turn the volume up is making the situation worse.
Another hour went by with more music skipping and the music volume going up again that I could no longer stand it and went across the street to ask the volume be turned down.
I know the people that live there speak very little English as I have had many conversations with vaguely broken English with the lady that lives there, but this was her husband I was going to be dealing with. I watch this man walk from his porch over to the Cruiser and sit inside it, flip through a couple of songs, then turn the volume down one or two notches, then stand up again and begin to walk off. He never looked at me, nor put down the cell phone he was talking on so I yelled loudly "excuse me" twice before he ever turned to look at me. I then proceeded to point at his vehicle and say "turn the music down please" and he just stares like he's become a stupid statue.
It's really hard for me to not rip into these people with colorful phrasing but I repeated myself again and informed him I was not leaving until it got turned down as I did not feel like having to call the police over such a stupid issue, I would have done it, I just don't like doing it because it's not a criminal issue, just annoyance. The man walks back over to the Cruiser, sits inside it, flips through a few more songs, then turns the music down and leans out to look at me. I tell him "thank you, Feliz Navidad" and he actually repeated what I said and then shook his head no. I'm not gonna stand there giving a Mexican lessons in what Feliz Navidad means, so I wave and walk off. 
An hour later, this same drunk shithead has his music up again and I was about to call the police when I hear someone yelling at him in Spanish, which got his attention because all the music went off.
That in itself is a peeve of mine how the cultures seem to blow each other off instead of seeing the person standing there.

Yesterday I observed an awesome thug wannabe with his glorious pants hanging off his ass fashion and showing butt crack. Such a great display of fashion in front of my face as this punk ass child (yeah i said it) proceeds to play with woofers in the trunk while pulling up his pants twice. He leaves the trunk up so that horrible gang banger music aka shitty rap is blaring and he starts walking back and forth by this car with a cell phone planted in his face. 
I don't necessarily judge most fashions in general but that prison bitch thing with the pants/underwear showing has got to go. 

Anyways, this kid turns up his music, then lowers it and finally drives off. 
This is a different house this happens in front of as me, the hubby, and one of my neighbors have dubbed this particular house as the college kid dropout pot house. The people coming from and going to that house proceeded the rest of the day to make a feeble attempt at filling up the street with cars from everyone hanging out there. At 11 pm (the noise ordinance time for sound to be turned down), the music gets turned on and it goes up and down for a couple of hours until we call the police to come check this house out as there are kids out the yard, and the music keeps being turned up then down again and it wasn't turned on until 11 pm. 
We watch from a window and the porch as two trucks pull out and drive away fast, then the music is turned off all the way, and people start coming out of that house, before the police even show up.
A couple of kids walk over to our side of the street and stand there so I tell them you aren't waiting for your ride here, go back across the street. That earns me a flip off that makes me laugh and say yeah whatever brat I have children older than your punk ass, then I said fuck it and went inside.

I partied growing up so I knew the dangers of underage drinking but these kids don't care, and they mill around in the yard, other peoples yards, the street, then wonder why the police show up and handcuff them as "they weren't doing anything wrong". 

The last laugh would be last night as the kid upstairs has had a few of his friends staying with him since the day after Christmas and they park anywhere they want to, even after we tell them to park somewhere else because one of those spots belongs to a tenant, which they parked there anyways and he had to park away from our building. I could hear the kid from upstairs apologizing to the neighbor who had to park somewhere else and he got told "I don't care man, when I work until midnight then come home and find some motherfucker in my spot, it doesn't make me too happy, next time I'll just tow the bitch". 
That would have been my first choice but then again I'm such a nice person *snickers*

Anywhooooo, may the force be with you as new year's day rolls your way, and may you be blessed from the influence of "the stupid". Be well and if ya can't do it right, don't name it after me *wink*

It's not hard to see what's going on outside of an apartment that literally has three windows. Paper thin walls that allow one to hear more noise than they care to, along with knowing when your neighbors or anyone else visits near the building or the other apartments joined to yours. Thankfully this building is a four-plex or my insane rages would probably be worse than they are.
Yesterday I went into the kitchen to make some hot chocolate and happened to notice a man in the back with a water hose. Normally that shouldn't bring alarm or curiosity but in this case it did because we don't have a hose connected to any spigots around the property and I was watching this person because I had no clue who they were. He was filling up a soda bottle from that hose and then walked off around the edge of the building which made me wonder who he was and where he was going. I went to watch out of another window in the main part of the apartment when I see this man pouring that water out over his windshield of his car parked in the front of our building, and then I realized who it was. The neighbor upstairs bundled up because we had freezing temperatures for about four days that made the windows of the cars ice up. That made me think "okay let me get this straight. you live upstairs, we have two faucets plus a shower inside the apartments, and you went downstairs around the building to fill up a bottle from a water hose." I laughed, called him stupid, reaffirmed that it was definitely not something normal by asking two other men later, then laughed again.
That my friends is what our next generation is capable of.
That same line of thinking I've observed when it comes to taking garbage to the dumpster on the property. They will let bags sit at the doorway for a week, then walk those two bags about 12 steps, put them on the ground and walk away. Then come back an hour later to pick up those two bags that didn't magically dump themselves and walk those bags down to the dumpster. It would have taken probably two minutes to get that action taken care of, but now that it was delayed by "um what am I doing? oh yeah I'm um what was that again? I don't know where I am?" derp de derp, that entire activity wasted almost two hours (I've added in the time it took to close the bags and put them outside the door from the start).
Now back to the windshields and these cars parked in front, and that whole "I don't know how to get it de-iced" situation. This kid stood there scraping at it with his hands after he poured the water across it and then looked around. I've had a few times of dealing with that, somehow living here by the coast line in Texas, iced up windshields is a rarity. I wanted to step outside and tell him you know you can turn the car on and let it defrost or get something to scrap the ice off, but I figure if you're that stupid to stand around and wait, you can figure out how to de-ice or just let it thaw out.

It's not rocket science, but still "the stupid" just amazes me at the way they will try to get help because somehow they can't figure out how to fix a problem instead of using logic. Oh wait that's a Spock thing, how dare a human ever use logic. *dies laughing*

The second most favorite stupid movement for this past month has been the management asking me to let a tenant know they're looking for them. Not my place, and what do I say? "sure if I ever see them".
Here you are "Miss Manager who claims this apartment complex is your property and you make the rules around here" asking me to let someone you can't get ahold of by knocking on a door, but I know that letters work really well for information, wants "me" to tell that person to go see the manager. Puhlease..I don't give a shit what you're dealing with in your life, you get free or reduced rent, plus payment for doing menial chores like cleaning up vacant units and mowing the lawn, and you want me to do something for you for free? Fuck that. I ain't no bounty hunter. Apparently the person she wants to "talk to" is behind on rent. Now how is that any of my business? It's not going to effect my purse anyways and we ain't friends so tell me again why I'm hearing about other tenant business? Nah screw it, this bimbo, literally she's begun to show what an airhead she is, has crossed a point of no return with me over my own rental problems which tells me how some people knew my business because of her big mouth. anyways...yeah.
STOOPID...idiot idjit moron bumbling baffoon...you're the manager, do your job, use a pen and paper or type it up and print it out, put a note/letter/scrap of something legible at the door.
End of rant..this will all assimilate in 10 minus T countdown beginning now...9...8...7...6...5...4...3....2....1....
*poof* made you look teehee
Thanks for putting up with my crazy rants it's very therapeutic even if I'm still doing target practice in my head ;)

Not really much going on lately for me to complain about with the stupid. I managed to make it over a week of not having to deal with them which made me wonder how I got so lucky, but once Thanksgiving passed they were back out again.

Cashier asking me at the store if I'm paying for my purchase with all "that change". No man, I'm just counting out my silver coins to hold up the line. pssssssssssssh idiot!

Guy upstairs comes down, knocks on the door and asks for a screw driver. When asked what he needs it for his reason is he locked himself out of the apartment again, but refuses to knock on the manager's door to get the key copy to open the door. Shake my head on that one. We all know it by know, that is definitely not someone clearly thinking shit out, but after talking to him a couple of times I've come to realize he's not very bright and somehow he made it to a managerial position at one of the fast food places in town. Ha ha god help those employees, they have a stupid manager overseeing them.

I've been staying inside the past few weeks mainly to avoid bad weather and people because I'm in a beat that ass mood and it's just not worth going to jail for. Who knows though, maybe before Christmas I'll have something else to make you laugh over.

For now it's back to the herbal teas and hot chocolate to recoop during this winter blast that is leaving me brrrrr hide me now in my bear cave ^_^
 

I understand that there are times when we might not be able to understand another person when they are talking to us, and often ask them to repeat them self to clarify, but to just not pay attention is no excuse.
Yesterday while waiting on an appointment to be scheduled, I had the displeasure of talking to a moron who left me wondering just how she got that job. I waited almost an hour to be called back just to make the appointment and here I was answering twenty million questions about my information, marriage status, and patient return/new status when she finally gets around to the question of what I'm actually calling for. I'm not saying I was exactly polite when the words "grit my teeth and explain very slowly" is what happened, but there were no cuss words or insults thrown directly at her.
I had to repeat myself three times to the same person that my reason for calling was to schedule an appointment for the beginning of January to see a doctor and get medication prescriptions renewed.
I kept hearing parroted comments back to me about "okay you need to see a doctor, but you can talk to a pharmacist about the medication", which was pissing me off as I thought how in the hell are you not hearing what I'm saying?! She tried twice to schedule me appointments for yesterday and a day next week to which I had to take a deep breathe and say the last time before I knew my version of nice would be gone "I don't need an appointment today, or next week, I asked for January. I have no gas money or a way to get to a clinic if I wanted to, I asked for January."
Here I am thinking how hard can it be to schedule a freaking appointment but lucky me got Miss I'm dumber than a box of thumb tacks over here asking me shit that's irrelevant to my request. I'm definitely talking to someone when I go into the clinic next time about who I can call to report incompetent employees who don't listen when someone calls into the system. The YAM award goes to Miss Whatshername who can't listen clearly and should probably buy a box of q-tips to clean out her ears. Ugh!
If you're going to talk to me face to face or over the phone, pay attention. My name isn't hard to say or pronounce yet it's always mispronounced all over the place. I've called them morons, dumb fucks, idjits, and more creative words simply over a name, because I'm just that petty and a big ole bitch about it! Listen to what I'm actually saying, it's okay to ask me to repeat myself within reason but keep asking me over and over is going to get me responding with "are you fucking deaf?!"

Later yesterday, the hubby and I went down to one of our favorite fast food places to pick up dinner. Not too hard, quick walk down the street maybe 15 minutes and same time to walk back. Shouldn't be too long hopefully... one would think.
There were only two people in line ahead of us giving me enough time to figure out what I want. Placed the order and went to sit and wait for them to call the order number, when in walks two rejects from the mullet society. You really have to understand the "stupid" stereotype that is placed on these hairstyles and for the most part, the ones who wear it are truly ignoramus deluxe. These guys were no exception wearing mullets, stained t-shirts with the arms cut off, jeans and boots, talking loud. I've grown up around men and some women dressing and acting like that, not all of them but a small amount are why that stereotype was made. It's how they act and talk that tells you right away if they're a positive or negative influence on society and I found out with the first words out of these two men's mouths they were indeed "the stupid" negative influence.
Nobody is waiting in line, but the woman who was at the register asked them about taking their order and I hear "you gotta be kidding me" and then laughter. I'm trying to figure out what was so funny and what he would be saying that about when he asked her about "them mexican pizzas", which clued me in that he was just fucked up on his own accord. She took the order and they stood at the counter just talking away to each other, sounded like a whole pack of morons gibbering but it was clearly only two men.
I hear the order number I have been waiting on being called, and while I'm walking up to the register to pick it up one of those mullet freaks steps up and says "that's my order". When the woman told him it wasn't he started arguing with her, the hell man? I've never seen anyone argue over an order before at Taco Bell, but this guy clearly wanted to "bring it". I laughed at him and said "hang on to your britches man, your shit is coming up unless you wanna pay the $13 I put out on these tacos." He cocked his head at me and squinted which made me laugh more. "Are you laughing at me?" is what I hear, and of course the smart ass I am can not refuse a good answer "yes I am, are you confused?"
"Nah I'm good", shaking my head at that one because he's clearly noticed he has no wit to know what the hell just happened. Me on the other hand know all too well what happened and it's just not worth it to toy with the witless.

On the walk home, stupid showed up again in the form of some kid who was wandering around the street. I had already seen him walking around when we first left to walk up the street, then saw him again when we were walking home, standing around on the sidewalk outside of a church. We were about to cross the last street before getting to our section of lovely ghetto apartments (I call it that because sometimes it just seems like that), when I hear this voice yelling "i'm not following you so stop being so paranoid". I turn around and there's this kid again on the street across from us. What do I do? *insert evil grin here*
I flipped him off, because frankly my dear I don't give damn..end of story.

Overgrown monkeys playing on a staircase...seriously?! You're what? A four year old child inside of an adult body of probably about 24-26ish and you're playing "look at me I'm a funny monkey" on stairs that are unstable as fuck. I'm watching you through my window as it is nearby where I sit during the day and think to myself, you're s-t-o-o-p-i-d!!!!!
Don't confuse that idiotic act with being silly and playing like a kid, that was just dumb. The obvious reasons I shouldn't have to point out and yet I shall.
Let's see: a) you're too old to be putting both of your legs up to walk "four legged" down the staircase rails, b) the stairs are already moving around and the rails wobble because they're not secure to hold weight, c) stairs are meant to walked up and down, sometimes ran up or down, but circus acts?

Of course this adds to the idiocy that goes on upstairs anyways. This new fuckmonkey has recently become part of the noise problem I'm having with a neighbor. He shows up, honks his horn on his pos car, stomps like a gorilla up the stairs then stomps at the top, bangs on his "homie's" door talking all thug like, and then proceeds to knock and bang on the walls and floor until he leaves. I'm thinking that out there somewhere is a mother saying to herself "i'm so glad that idiot doesn't come around here, he's unruly and acts like he was raised like a wild animal".

That really makes me wonder when I'm watching this happen around my apartment, walking around, or even in the stores/mall areas, why people do this. I know I have my silly moments of dancing around water fountains, singing kiddie songs, or playing on the stick ponies, but doing dangerous crap? Hell no, I have sense enough to know what comes after that "i think i'm gonna try this out" moment. Your ass is handed to you and you end up with bruises, broken bones, traction, lawsuits, the list is endless to consequences, and yet, "the stupid" does it anyways.

Remember growing up and those crazy kids down the street or in your own home because you were one of them (okay you can laugh at this part), were the ones who built the ramps to jump over a fence, a stack of bricks, a car (yeah some of them got brave). It was fun to watch them do all that because nobody really got hurt, but take that risk factor up one notch higher and you have recipe for disaster.
We even got brave enough to climb onto the roof of the town homes I grew up in. There were about four of us that played together, rode our bikes, skateboards, roller skates, and walked around getting into our fun version of trouble, but we didn't do stupid stuff (yet). My mom found out I was climbing onto the roof and that bought me two weeks of being grounded even if I was mad at her for telling me why I shouldn't, I understood that I could get hurt really bad. I did it a few more times after that but managed to never get hurt and always tried to hide it from her, but somehow she knew anyways.
Back to the point, one day one of these kids decided how cool it would be to ride his skateboard off the roof. I was the first one to tell him it's a bad idea because he'll get hurt and the other two kids that were there told him to do it anyways. You can guess what happened..he did it anyways, and ended up with a broke elbow out of it. The elbow didn't get broke from him falling off the skateboard right as it went off the roof, it got broke because the fence on the patio broke his fall from him hitting his head instead because he had flipped in midair and was on his way down head first.
If I had been the adult me back then, there is no doubt I would have walked over to that kid, jerked him up and told him how stupid that was and then beat my own ass for defying what my mom had told me about getting onto the roof after the first time I got caught.
There was no lesson learned from that because once his elbow healed up, he did it again. Same stunt, this time landing directly on the fence with his back and I heard the crack. Scared me so badly that I ran home crying about it, that one broke the kid's hip. The father came and took his son and soon after his mom moved out so I'm guessing that since his parents were divorced, his dad had enough of the behavior that was getting him hurt to take him away from his mother who didn't really discipline him. Maybe she did but I look back at it now and wonder when she had time since she was always gone "to work", and he ate dinner at our house or spent the night some when she didn't come home.

I'm not saying every person who pulls stupid stunts have been raised to be wild children, but it makes you wonder how much they were told to not do something and kept doing it anyways. My own children have been known in the past to repeat what mommy said no to and you can believe it when I say one of them actually listened more than I ever realized.

I think it's actually pretty interesting to watch parents have fun moments with their children but curb the dangerous parts to help them learn it's not okay to do that. Several years ago there was a little boy probably about four years old crawling up the shelving at the grocery store, his mother and grandmother weren't even watching him, but I was. He got up to the third shelf when the unit started swaying and you could hear the metal making noise when I spoke up. The mother turned around and just glared at me with that look assholes give as I informed her that the shelf wasn't meant to be climbed on and this wasn't a damned jungle gym. She never moved towards that child either as the entire shelf he was standing on gave way under his feet and he fell onto the floor with product landing all around him, glass breaking, and me screaming don't move you'll get cut and running towards him to pick him all the way up. The mother screaming at me to not touch her child and I'm so mad I'm yelling back that she doesn't deserve to be anyone's mommy and walk off towards the front of the store with this child in my arms. I found a manager and told them what happened then left the child with him and walked off. I just couldn't stand it and all I wanted to do was beat the woman senseless for putting him in harms way and not doing shit but let it happen. That's not the way you teach a child, because that could have very well ended badly.

Riding on the car hood in a parking lot. Am I supposed to be amused by that? Not in a parking lot full of cars coming and going, maybe a short ride up the driveway but not where one can get hit by another vehicle.  Idiots standing up in the back of trucks on the freeway or around town and dancing around or waving at others as if they're a parade float. Sit down already before you become a splat on the concrete. 

Have you ever noticed how people react to someone when it's told they feel sick or in pain, and then describe the symptoms? It's a myriad of reactions from empathy to eeww get away you have cooties. Or better yet, you get that pitiful look and a head shake while they walk away talking about your pathetic attempt(s) to get attention.

What deems one person's illness or injury worse than an other's? And exactly how is that result acquired? Is there a poll somewhere that people vote on to choose the best choice of illness or injury of the year for a trophy to be given away at some secret banquet? *eye roll*

I don't give a flip who you are, if you tell me you're sick or hurting, I'm more liable to believe you than blow it off. Unless I see or hear that you're running a marathon after you just told me you have a hip problem that limits your mobility, or you were out dancing it up at the bar after sharing with me that you have the flu. That's when I'll start assuming you're a lying sack of shit, but until then if you say you're sick/hurting, then you are. Once I've seen you make up shit then it's a whole other story that I just don't have time for.

The hypochondriacs and drama queens really fuck things up for those of us that have problems or just don't feel good. If we share it with anybody the reactions vary and then it makes us wonder if we're mistaking that lack of belief as just not "being with the program" or did that person lack empathy. It's not as if the normal ones, and I use the word normal rather vaguely here because in all reality, what is normal? The "norm of society" should be a better term for what I'm referring to here. That normal is knowing we don't go around tooting a horn, blasting a neon sign that blinks "i feel bad, i'm sick, i hurt, i need a hug, alert! attention! pay attention to me!" We just don't do it, and yet those drama morons are out there in the spotlight sucking up all the lackeys attention, and then nobody gives a shit later when the real deal comes along.

If someone says they're depressed I've seen and heard the following:
"things will get better", "it's all in your head", "just think of something that makes you happy"
"try not to think about it", and so much more that it makes me want to puke. Seriously? Have any of those responders actually dealt with depression on any level beyond sadness, because to be honest those are two separate things. The medications that are dispensed have never been "take 2 pills twice a day for sadness and then leap over a rainbow! you have 4 refills left". Pffffttttt

How about when someone says they're hurting? I've seen and heard the following:
"take an aspirin", "go to the doctor", "put some ice on it", "try drinking herbal tea", and so much more that it's not even laughable, just plain stupid. These idiots wouldn't know real pain if it bit their ass and they're telling someone in some type of pain to see a doctor? Gee I'm guessing that never crossed their mind but they have a diagnosis for what kind of pain it is. I wonder if Google University gives these monkeys an award for deeming aspirin and ice as the leading resolution for how to deal with pain. Those who have it know what it is and they obviously wouldn't comment if that threshold wasn't pounding. Pffffffffffttttttttttt

Don't try to fix me I'm not broken - words from an Evanescence song, fits all to well for most situations as far as I'm concerned. There is no super glue, no fast pain fix, no way to make it stop except the coping mechanisms we've come up with that work for us. Ironically we can offer that advice to someone else we see going through a similar situation because we get it, but that outsider who really has no clue is better off just saying they don't understand and would like to just be there to talk, if nothing else. I doubt any of us that end up telling someone how we feel, even if it's just a bad emotional day want someone to jump and come running to our rescue. We're just talking it out because that's how you relate to others. If they don't want to respond that's okay too, but it's not okay to sit and whine or bitch later to that same person about their lack of response. Vice-versa goes to one(s) the person who was sick or in pain talked to or tried to talk to, that they complain too much, you just have no idea what their life is like, unless you know for a fact they make shit up (as in you've been part of their scams/bullshit).




I can say I've never made up a lie about any time I've felt sick, in pain, hurting emotionally, or just depressed. Most of the time I don't discuss it, but I want to. I do try to talk to the only person that's around me but it's like talking to a brick wall. I get lack of response and then every so often get told I'm being dramatic and bitchy/whiny again. Gee I wonder why?! I forgot that the word never revolves around me and only someone else and how dare I think of stealing a spotlight that was not meant for me..after all I do talk to anyone I can find about how horrible my life is. I complain 24/7 about everything all the time and always rock the boat with everybody because I just can't learn to deal with it and always want to call the police on someone or beat them up. I should just shut up already and find something to do, put something in my ears, learn to live with the noise, etc.

In case you didn't get that, I was being very facetious to the point of "go fuck yourself because I'm a drama queen extraordinaire psssh bitch please- My crown will always be bigger than yours and I do know how to rule supreme so get on your knees". Almost nine years now I've dealt with body pain and depression to a point that I used to cut with a razor blade to make the pain divert to a different avenue so I could control it, and still was told that I whined all the time about "stupid shit". I don't cry unless I'm mad because to say my feelings have been hurt is irrelevant at this point in my life. Off with your head is more appropriate for what I feel most of the time. Do the pills make that go away? Hardly, but it does make things more bearable..of course so does pot and a nice long night of complete silence *smirk*
If you can't handle the complaints people have that are legitimate why are you friends or involved in a relationship with them? They aren't thinking of them self at that point they just want some kind of relief and saying something about it is just getting it out. I could go on and on about this one, probably write some kind of book on it that would no doubt be scandalized by the psyche community all over the planet because it's written by a crazy woman, but hey whatever man. All I'm saying is sift through the bullshitters to see who's actually talking about how they feel, it's not the end of your world if you have to admit you just don't feel shit about it. Lack of empathy isn't a bad thing but when you don't care in general, what happened to make you like that? I get you can avoid that one person who always seems to be sick when they're actually just doing to see if you will hang out with them or give them something, but what about that other person who's sick and you just don't care..that's what I'm getting at.
I truly hope that if anyone is pain any shape or form that reads this today, that you find relief however you get it, in the breathing realm that is. We all know by now the sunshine and lollipops don't exist in Wonderland because that bitch Alice ate them all and then ran off with the white rabbit!

Pet peeve alert coming in! Yay another sarcastic report from me! Waaaaaaaaaaaa if you don't like it...anyways, here we go!

For the most part I love technology and the awesome advancements we have for communication, what I don't love is the overuse or abuse of it. In the library, in a doctor office, in a school building, at the police department, even at courthouses, there are signs posted about turning cell phones off or putting them on silent/vibrate only. Stupid people don't bother paying attention to those warnings and blab away like no body's business in those locations, and then get upset when an authority figure or employee tells them to get off the phone, turn it off or put it on silent/vibrate, then point to the signs that are posted about the building. There are some locations in hospitals where they are not allowed to be on or brought around at all, and yet Stupid does it anyways.

The last thing I want to hear or deal with is Stupid talking on their cell phone when I'm trying to shop or browse in a store. I don't want to hear or deal with Stupid talking on their cell phone when I'm at a fast food place waiting to place an order or pick it up. I definitely don't want to hear or deal with Stupid talking on their cell phone when I'm in line at the clinic to pick up my medication. Seriously?! Fuck you STUPID and your fucking cell phone! Oh how I wish I could incinerate them where they stand, make that phone just drop connection or make it completely dead, no service whatsoever..but that doesn't happen.

Normally I go to the clinic to pick up my medications around 8 or 9 am to avoid crowds and children. I can't stand bouncing off the wall children who want to run around me and make noise when the adult who brought them there should be making them sit still and provide something to keep them from making their own entertainment. Yes I'm a mean old grouch, but keep your monster spawn away from me, I'm tired of telling them I'm going to eat them if they don't stop staring or hitting my leg/arm/back. I actually do say that alot more than one would realize and have never had one adult approach me for being so horrible. Kinda makes me wonder if they even care about those children. Shrugs...not my problem.
I slept late this morning and since my husband has been warned to never wake me up unless he wants me snarling in his face (mainly because I go through phases where I can't sleep more than an hour or two and then crash at a later point where he has in the past woke me up to tell or ask me something that wasn't really necessary), he let me sleep until I got up on my own. I did wake up around 11:30 am and got dressed, but it was close to noon before we got into the clinic and I got to stand in the line to check in. Normally this line takes me about five minutes to get checked in but since it was later it took me half an hour. At first I thought the woman ahead of me was just talking without taking a breath to someone else in line, until I saw the cell phone in her ear. She went on and on and on about some guy, then proceeded to yell loudly "i'm at the clinic", before announcing she had another phone call coming in, then the next conversation and the one after that were the same shit over and over. I don't like waiting anyways, never have because it builds up some weird anxiety that I can't explain, but you combine the wait time, plus anxiety, plus extra anxiety I deal with every day, and then that non stop stalking bitch, I'm pretty much wanting to step forward and yank that phone from her and fling it into a wall. Add the heat coming in from an outside window to that and you have omg you need to die going on in my head. I was mumbling words and saying shit like "burn up in her hand, disconnect, drop the line, please for the love of all that is holy or unholy let that cell phone just die", and yet she kept on talking.
When it was her turn to go check in she finally hung the phone up and walked off to the seating area, guess where she sat? Right next to my husband! Out of all the empty seats, I counted six wide open, she sat right next to him. That made me even madder because now I was going to have to find new seating or jerk her ass up from that seat next to him. Luckily a guy got up and moved to another row so I went over to those two seats and motioned for my husband to come up there because "I'm not sitting anywhere near that fucking bitch who can't take five fucking seconds to get off that fucking phone!" I know I yelled it loud enough because people up front sitting down and people in the line had turned around to see what was going on. The blabber mouth just kept on yammering, I could hear her over the other people talking, so she was talking pretty loud by that time.

If you need to use your cell phone for business I get that you have calls coming in you should address, but go somewhere away from the crowd to take that call. If you have family or friends calling you can easily just call them back later when you're not inside a business, or just say you're doing something and you will call them back. If you're at the bus stop waiting for the metro to show up, is it necessary to yell at your club level voice about "that ho think he all that, i got news for him, this gir don't play that way!" Wtfe skank, like we wanna hear about some lame joker that attempted to pick you up and take on your fleas for a one night stand.

What I have done in the past for the ones that don't seem to give a fuck about how it effects others around them is the following:
cough loudly over and over, even pretending to gag and look as if i'm going to throw up on them.
knock shit over and then excitedly cry over and over "omg did i do that? i'm so sorry, i hope that doesn't cause any problems".
start talking louder than they are about anything, including pink elephants, purple dinosaurs, singing the i love you song by barney, i'm a little teapot, and my favorite, you're fucking stupid talking on that cell phone like anyone gives a shit what you have to say.
a few others that involved loud noise or me bumping into them then yelling omg i'm so sorry so loud it made my own ears hurt.

Those kind of things get the cell phone user irate, and have often been told "shut the fuck up, what the hell is your problem, i'm talking here, go the fuck away, god you're a dumb ass", etc. Every time I have to tell them that if they could do their socializing somewhere else instead of the fucking store or inside the gas station/fast food place, that I wouldn't have to resort to being as annoying as they are.

Seriously is it that hard for people to show respect when out in public, or do they need to be chewed up and spit out by hateful mean people like me to show them they were the one out of line first.
Not even gonna try to wrap my head around that one because there is not enough alcohol or weed on this planet to make any of that bullshit make sense.

Just be careful. The holidays are creeping in slowly and "the stupid" are gathering again in their home towns or where family lives to infest your zen. Zombie weapons in place ya'll, it's gonna get ugly! Oh wait it already has ^_^