Those nasty bastards!!!

I’d like to take this opportunity to commend the good people of eastern Oklahoma for their efforts to conserve water due to the droughts in the other states. But, I’d also like to point out the fact that if I get to smell one more sweaty, urine soaked piece of trailer trash, I will have to either quit working with the public or start doing a daily rain dance to bring forth the water needed to wash the taint from these nasty bastards. I know that money is tight and that people are often too proud to ask for assistance with their finances, but please, if you aren’t gonna bathe then don’t stand so close to the people who do. I walked around for about an hour trying to unleash the pure stank that had infiltrated my clothes and hair after one of said “nasty bastards” had come to me for parts. I have always prided myself on the fact that I have a strong stomach, but I honestly think that a little bit of puke came up on that one. And just for the record if you want to make small talk in a parts store, you really don’t need to ask for something so obscure that the person who is waiting on you will have to get pricing from an outside source. That is not small talk, that is work. Not nearly as enjoyable as a good round of small talk.

I also found myself to be a bit of a smart ass today (no, really). I was talking with a friend when he asked if it was going to rain today, to which I responded by licking my finger and holding it up as though to predict the onslaught of precipitation. I was told to go to hell at that point, which I didn’t really care, because I had amused myself and was laughing aloud at the look of distain on his face. HEE HEE! (still funny)

I wonder, if I threw a glass of peroxide on one of the “nasty bastards” do you think that they would fizz? I may have to try that if I ever want to try a new line of work.