Arrive first thing in the morning and wait outside for the teller to open the door. Barge in when she does so and then loudly ask for some assistance. When the teller comes to the window and smiles at you, refuse to smile back. Ask her if she takes coins. When she says, hesitantly that yes, she does, and asks you what kind, sneer and say 'Canadian ones' as though you heard her swearing. When the teller says yes, rummage in your backpack for two full minutes and then dump out the plastic bag, where you've been keeping all the Canadian coins you've found over the last seven years, into her tray. Tap your fingers and huff while she counts them.

yeah.

Forty freaking bucks in freaking quarters dimes and nickels. Just the sort of thing I wanted to start my day with thankyouveryfreakingmuch.

Last week was asshole week at work and this week I fear that it's going to be brainless twat week. Maybe that's the PMS talking but for crying out loud it's not a holiday all over the world today, and no i do not speak French. Sorry.

Hehe, I did have a scary-funny one in today though. Imagine a mid-western accent:

"You ever look a chicken right in the eye?"
"Yes," I said, since my first pet was none other than Sweet Pea the chicken.
"That's Bush right there. Exactly like 'im. Nothing upstairs. I tell you his Dad's still pullin the strings!"

The conversation continues and this man tells us that he has "enough guns to protect [his] family from anyone!" especially since there was going to be a revolutionary war soon in the states. Really now? And what makes him think that? "Oh, I can smell it, can't you? We don't have any control over the government anymore, and that's the only way it's going to go if things don't turn soon." The Whirlwind then asks what he thinks of the election, because you know: gun-toting loony, this might be fun! "Oh," he says. "There's no one in the top spots now fit for office, they don't care about the things that most people care about! Only one's good for the White House is John Paul. Now he's the one got his head on straight. Only beef anyone has with him is the pro-life stuff, but other than that he's got the right ideas."

First off, the idea that guns are the only thing he can use to protect his family just makes me shake my head. How very typical it seems. I just had a vision of this big square man in his wife-beater and an ammo vest perched on the roof of his house with a case of beer, a couple of shotguns and/or a rifle of some kind, scanning the road with his binoculars, looking for a reason to shoot someone. And this talk of a revolutionary war? He's talking an armed overthrow of the government here ladies and germs. Given the mass paranoia involved with the 'war on terror' and such, something like that would have to be an inside job. Does he know something we don't or is that wishful thinking on his part? *ponders* Now... John Paul? Much funnier to me to think he meant the pope, but I'm pretty sure he meant this guy. But the kicker?

"I just love it up here. I think if things turn ugly, which they will, mark me, I'm going to bring my family here!"

Oh goody. Come gun-toting loonies, we'd love to have you in our back yards!

listening to: Amethystium - Ad Astra
eating: thing with noodles and red pasta sauce.... spaghetti, that's it.
reading: Flesh and Spirit - Carol Berg
feeling: bloated, tired, crampy, hot, cold, grr...
headspace: Palus Somnii
word of the day: daft

Labels: full moon freaks, people scare me