Thursday, July 5, 2007

 

The 4th in L.A.

It was about 11:45. After checking on the job & a nap I thought "time for lunch" & what the hell I'll have a cocktail while I'm in the kitchen. Open the frige grab some fixins & look for the oj. OUT. No problemo there's a machine downstairs. Thought about how much oj would cost so I counted out 2 $ in quarters. Down I go , pumped 2$ in the machine(counting) pushed the oj button... nada checked the little red lights that are supposed to tell you the item has been sold-out ...no light , pushed the coin return button 1.75 comes back. Thinking I might be a dummy , back to my room grab 2$ bills, back down, feed them in ,no luck ; why should this take luck? Push the coin return 1.75 . FUCK. Up again NOW Im on a mission. Wall mart is about 150 yrd. away. On the walk Im thinking "the coin return is broken, is the light also or the guy did not stock it on time or both ? " FUCK'EM

Wallmart looms. Inside I remember why I was happy to leave LA. Not a lot different from Tucson but more of a mix ; on a holiday week in Tucson Home Dpot/Wallmart/ Cosco / is vacationland for Mexicans, here it's every country in the world.

Grab oj, salsa & picinic size dish soap & in line before the counter beef jerky [good price] . Checkout with 6-8 people ahead thinking, "the manager needs to kill himself or at least resign" Half the registers are un-manned; or more to the point un-motivatedly bitched .

Cheked out . Walked back . Open bag ........NO DISH SOAP!!

At the check out @ wall mart after the conveyer belt there is a triangular spinning device with two bag hooks per side... possibly 9 BAGS for them to drop your stuff into; IDIOT DESIGN.

Walked back to Wallmart , talked to the checker [an Orientalasian who had a reading problem finding "DAWN" on a receipt of 4 items]

Back to the detergent isle; grabbed another bottle & walked,only to feel a wet sensation on my leg; I'm not orgasmic to be in Wallmart & It's not the front of my leg , soooo I look down & the bottle cap is broken off. Luckily there was a pallet of laundry soap in front of me; where I lobbed the busted bottle, while loudly invoking the name of our Lord & savior, in unflattering terms & in back paper towels .

As I was opening the towels I glanced to the side & saw a 4-5 year old climbing up the handle side of a cart, I said "hey midtown you're going to get hurt..." right about then mom comes around the corner & they have a conversation about me while looking at me in Farsi/Arabic? saying "that man saved your life. Men like this are who you will kill on your mission soon".

Out of Wart I stopped by the checker to OK my escape. Back to my room it's 1:15 .
THE LESSON IS:

IF YOU WANT TO HAVE THE 4th MEAN ANYTHING; IF YOU WANT TO KEEP YOUR COUNTRY AS A UNIQUE WESTERN REPUBLIC... "DO YOUR JOB PROPERLY" JUST DO YOUR FUCKING JOB AS IF I WAS STANDING BEHIND YOU WITH A BALL BAT! YOU INCONSIDERATE LACKADAISICAL BUMS!

At least I didn't start drinkin till after noon.

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