Hello!
So had my Bistro microwave thingamajig, did some
genealogical research (without success), I think my day is done and I can
basically shutdown for the rest of the day…
Hey! Did I tell you about one of the new tenants of the
building? He’s there but he isn’t? Mentally challenged type of shit… Yeah, I don’t
know if to feel sorry or what for these type of people. I mean, he doesn’t know
what is going on around him and basically says little or when he does he says “things
that make you go um?!”. Yesterday I was going out and he was nice enough to
hold the door for my daughter while she set up the ramp. Well my kid got a
taste of what the “Twilight Zone” is all about (no not the vampire shit), the
guy looked at her and told her “There’s an accident and it’s all your fault”…
my kid just did what I have taught them to do when face with an odd situation:
Nod and smile…Come ‘on! This from a dude that all he does is push against the building door all day??!!..
But here’s the “WTF?!” moment, when I came back in and she
was told to prepare the food for Olivia, while opening the can of dog food the
dam thing exploded in her hands, maiming her left arm…okay it didn’t but the
thing did explode in her and she was traumatized for a sec or two….Needless to
say she wasn’t going to miss school because of this.. I reminded her of what
our new loopy friend had told her and pointed out that this was probably the
accident he was talking about…..she nod and smile…
Talk about your freaking Nostradamus shitheads…I don’t know
who’s crazier him or me….
Take care folks!
No comments:
Post a Comment