It appears that it’s going to be one bitchfest after another this week on my dear ol’ blog. Oh well, that’s what it’s for – to air my grievances because, shit, if I held it all inside, well…I just might implode. And we wouldn’t want that to happen, would we?
I took my car to the garage yesterday afternoon to have my muffler checked as it was behaving noisily. My daughter and I decided that we would grab a bite to eat while we were waiting since there was a restaurant nearby. Little did we know that Casper the Ghost was going to be sitting directly behind us. All we wanted was to have a relaxing and peaceful meal while waiting for the car.
Now, let me premise this by saying that I am, in no way, discriminating against those that are mentally challenged (my brother is mentally handicapped, for chrissake). I just wanted to get that out of the way before the hate mail comes flooding in. What I am going to say, however, is that I have very little patience for the handful of individuals I’ve encountered, as of late, that are responsible for the care of these less fortunate folk. Why on earth does it seem that only ignorant, loud-mouthed, incapable people are selected to care for the mentally challenged? Isn’t that the blind leading the blind?
Back to the story; Casper is sitting directly behind us and all we can hear is “Hhhhmmmm, hhhoooooooo, whoooooooo, oooooooo, hooooooo, hmmmmm, oooooooooooo.” NON frickin’ STOP…and at an ear-piercing tone. Nope, it doesn’t let up for even an eentsy, teentsy moment. I want to grab my fork and catapult it backwards – but that would do no good as it would only hit the safety helmet that “Casper” is wearing, and in turn cause more of a ruckus. Arrrgggghhhh. What I’d really like to do is throttle the caregivers. Here is my beef: the people that are chaperoning are saying, “Sssshhhhh, BE QUIET, STOP IT” loudly and repeatedly. The chaperones begin to get more and more annoyed because their charge is misbehaving and they get louder and angrier with every “hhoooooooooo”. Honesty, I was half expecting one of them to slap Casper, as I’ve seen this behavior from this type before. Every once in a while the caregivers even throw in a giggle like it’s some sort of sick joke. See…this is what I cannot stand. These dumb fucks are given the responsibility for these people and they have no idea what they are doing.
I do not feel comfortable eating with this kind of commotion going on around me. My daughter occasionally looks up from her meal with a pained expression on her face and utters, “Uhhhhhh!” The waitress rushes over when the commotion begins to disturb the entire restaurant and asks if we’d like to-go containers for our food. Honestly, I’ve lost my appetite so we ask for the check and remove ourselves from the situation.
We go pick up the car and are informed that it needs a new catalytic converter, gaskets, etc…which will cost upwards of 1,000 fucking dollars. Apparently, this is what I get for the negative thoughts I’m harboring from the situation I have just encountered. That’s Karma for ya, baby!