Not much in the form of a post, but a post all the same. Talked to my co-worker who makes our schedules about getting some time off in July. Hopefully it happens, she threatened it wouldn't. I don't give a shit all the same.
A big storm hit Sunday. Saw it roll in toward dusk with swirling cloud cover. Then it poured. The wind picked up soon after that. The rain got thicker, choking; you can drown in such weather. I couldn't see the house across the street. The thunder was like a loaded bowling alley, and each starter at each lane rolled their balls down the lane to crashed into the pins one by one. And then repeat. It quieted down twenty minutes later. The storm got sluggish trying to build momentum on expired fuel tanks. By the thirty minute-mark it was over. Sorry, no pictures.
South Hutch got a wind drop, or wind-bomb from the sound of things. I'll repeat how it was explained to me. Think of a water balloon dropping from out of the sky and as it impacts, the water explodes out. Now replace the word water with wind, and get rid of balloon. That's what happened. Once the wind current hit land, it branched out like nuclear fallout. Collins lost a building, and it left debris and crap strewn all over the place including some insulation and planks of wood and metal in the streets. Forget wind drop. I don't like this term wind drop. Cyclonic-winds took that building out, don't bullshit me!
Big Whiskey and the Groogrux King landed in stores the 2nd. Went at midnight to claim my copy. The door greeter tried to be nice and start up a conversation. I told him I had to get a CD now, and walked off. I picked up the fourth season of Weeds as well, and came back. The door greeter was still there, though who really needs a greeter at midnight? Again, he tried starting a conversation by asking, "Did you buy anything for me?" I wasn't having it. I said, "Nope, sorry. Looks like you get nothing again." He tried saying something else, but I was already on my way out the door.
Gran Torino would have been on sale last night at midnight. Late night shopping is convenient because nobody is pushing their way past you. Last night I did not get a copy of Gran Torino on the off-chance that guy was door greeter again. I didn't care for him. I guess I'm a mean person. I don't linger when I shop. I find what I need and I get out. It doesn't make sense not to have a game-plan before going shopping. I usually look on the store's website, and then go to the actual store. To have someone stop you right at the door to ask what you are getting, or to chit-chat when I don't know you and I've never seen you work days - they keep you primarily locked-away when the normal crowd is there, and then release you right when everybody else has fucking gone home. No, I don't like that. I know you're being nice, but...ah, thank you for helping me with the bags, but I just had the one, and it's...please don't observe my license-plate number or the make of my car for future reference...you really didn't need to follow me to my car...
There are a group of people who are constantly at the store late. Pretty much every night you would spot these assholes walking through the aisles, cracking jokes at merchandise:
Queers drink Snapple. 90% of the water I drink has Koolaid mixed in it. We could get one of these inflatable pools and get women to take their clothes off; women that don't wash regularly or shave. My mother. I don't understand The Office. Whoever thought Spongebob would last this long? A-gee-gee-gee (giggling) breast-pumps, gee-gee-gee! Swedish Fish!? What about American-Fish! What is it, gummy bears with fins?
Every time I go out to do Midnight-shopping I see that same group of people and it's aggravating! You know my friends and I used to go to iHop and dick around. But we ordered food. We didn't just sit there and crack jokes about the food or what was on the menu, and we rarely went to iHop every night. Find something better to do. I suggest blogging.
