I brought my own lunch today but I was also falling asleep so I decided to get out of the office and get my truck washed since it was still wearing its winter coat of dirt. I was sitting outside, enjoying the weather and waiting for my truck to get out of the bath when my (relative) peace was interrupted by a horrible screaming child. I looked in the direction of the noise and saw that it was coming from a baby in a stroller. The stroller was being pushed by an equally horrible woman, who was screaming at her child to shut the fuck up and quit being such a crybaby. Yes, really. Her other four children were amusing themselves in the fountain that said to keep out of the water.
It’s been so long since I’ve worked in retail that I’d honestly forgotten it was possible for people to be almost poetic in their trashiness.
In the past I’d have pointed out that her baby is being a fucking crybaby because it’s a fucking baby, and then fantasized about beating her to death with one of her children. Today, I just shook my head and stared at the ground and wondered how we made it to the moon without setting ourselves on fire.
Then my truck arrived all clean and sexy and looking good enough to fuck (unless you’re one of those squares who only fucks humans).