It's old lady check day, which, around here, is like a trip to the Bahamas. A cruise of magnified cocksuckeredness with no captian at the helm. Today it happens to fall on a day that I work. Oh, yeah, I'm waiting. For 12 years I've had the same work schedule, I have business cards and flyers of which I've given the old ladies numerous copies, yet, they can't remember when I work. So, I sit here waiting for their old ass's to come throw open the door, joyfully announcing that "It's check day!" and they need a ride to the bank, the grocery, the bread barn, the dollar store and 10 other must see establishments, none of which serve liquor. Not that I drink, but, I wish I could learn.
One would thinks an only slightly brain damaged pisser like me would just tell them..I work today. That way they could have gone this morning. But, who am I to interrupt their old lady routine of turkey bacon and egg breakfasts served to each other in front of the new flat screen TV they don't understand the remote to, while The View plays on closed caption because they are both pretend deaf. Nope, I refuse to play their game. We're too old and feeble to know when you work after 12 years of the same schedule. We're just sweet old ladies, helpless really, look at us!
I will simply simmer in silence and be late for work, it's better that way in the long run. Resentment is a gift. It must be slowly brought to a boil after years of stewing. Trust me. Did I mention I'm practically an albino and it's hot today? Yes. Maybe I can pick up some sunscreen as I wait in the car for hours while they stand inside in the AC debating the merits of light canned kidney beans versus dark canned kidney beans. And people wonder why I stopped the DirtyDisher. FUCKBALLSzzzz!