White Trash Week in Review

Let's see, oh yes. One day last week as I was on my way into the shop, MM stops me outside the door and asks me if I'll give her a ride down the street. She said that the two bags (one was loaded with what looked like vodka bottles, I swear!) she had were too heavy for her to carry all that way and could I just 'take a minute' and give her a ride down the street? I told her I was sorry but I was on my way inside (do you SEE me in a car right now?) and had to clock in. She whined, "But it will only take a minute and these bags are toooo heaaveyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!" I demurred and said I was late already, sorry. (It's called 'employment', try it sometime!) I forgot, she has no idea about responsibility. Silly me. Besides, after all the times this annoying bint has slammed the phone down in my ear, she can walk her skanky ass to her destination!

Crazy Biatch never disappoints. The last trip in she would not shut up; but she has a new job! As a nurse in an elder-care facility! (I tried to pry the name out of her so I would never send any of my loved ones there!) She went on and on and on about how the director there 'recognized her name'. Yes I 'm sure he did, he remembers all the people who could not stand her at her OTHER jobs! If she's like this out in public, imagine how she is at a job. It makes me physically ill. She claims she is an R.N.; I can't personally see it but what do I know. This trip, I had to use my cell phone to make the shop phone ring so I could get away from her, she would NOT!SHUT!UP!

Sloth came in with a DVD player. Now, not sure if I mentioned the time that Mrs. Sloth opened her purse and live roaches ran out of it? It did not faze her ONE BIT, so you know their house is crawling with 'em. (Shudder!) I plugged in Sloth's DVD player and hit the 'open' button to put in a movie; out pops the sliding door with roach legs and roach crap all over! I refused to take the DVD player and he acted like I was trying to explain Physics to him. Duh, it's full of roaches, no can take, ya got it? He brought in some DVD's and again some had roach debris in them, so I gave them back to him. What part of 'we don't want your roach-infested stuff" do you not get?

Another lady came in with a stack of DVD's to sell, one that I opened had a large roach in it; it flipped out onto my arm and I screamed (can't help it!) Luckily the roach was dead. She kept saying, "That wasn't IN MY HOUSE!" Where else did you keep the DVD's, lady?

At least the Dog Terrorizor and Brandon the Skinhead don't come in any more. There's a silver lining to the Moron Cloud after all!