The S word

I was reclining on the couch last night, typing away on my laptop. The parrot was out of her cage, flying around the apartment. I put my laptop down on the couch and went into the kitchen to check on my jambalaya. I heard a sound coming from the living room: *click clack crack!* I knew immediately what it was. I rushed into the living room and there was the parrot standing on the keyboard, the 'S' key in her beak. S! as in Shazzbot, you Simpering Sucktard! Stop, you Sage colored Shithead or I'll Sever your Spine and Spit on your Spleen! Actually, I just picked her up and put her in her cage, knowing that putting the key back on would probably be a minor job.

As it turned out it required a trip down to the Apple Store in King of Prussia, this afternoon, for a new 'S' key which was fine because I got to look at all the Macintosh goodness, the iPods, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera.

Before I left the King of Prussia mall I had a bite. A woman came in with what I believe was her young son. The boy was differently abled. Even had his own tiny little walker. Heartbreaking. But his mom was one of those patronizing types who talk to their children as if they're idiots. Up an octave, down an octave in each sentence. You know what I'm talking about. "Do you want to color while I order us some food?" Straight up an octave. Like she's talking to a pet. Then I hear, "You colored the carrots orange. Very good. Carrots are orange. Very good boy!" Up and down, up and down with the voice. I can just hear it if the poor young lad tried to show some imagination. "Oh no! Carrots are never fuchsia. Never never! You make the baby Jesus cry when you give things colors that they shouldn't have. That's why you're crippled." Asshole.

In other news, despite not having another job lined up, although I have put in a couple applications, I submitted my resignation to my company today. With very little notice. Screw em. They've been working me 50, 60, 70 hours a week sometimes for the last three months and I'm not getting paid for anything beyond 40. They're jerking me around so what's good for the gander, and all that. Also, by removing a comfort level I'm trying to jump start myself into just packing up and getting out of this crappy state.

Speaking of which, all small town cops in NE PA can suck it.
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Dude, give her a break. Maybe the kid was a retard.

Good for you - you'll be fine.

And all small-town cops EVERYWHERE can suck it.