Yes as a matter of fact, this does have a story line behind it.
Did anybod else see the "Stupid in America" on the tube last night? made me almost fall out of my chair. This leads into my last post about that you can't fix stupid.
And now, on with Mr. Arnold's Neighborhood
Back a few weeks ago, I decided, as I always do,to be a warm caring and understanding husband and take my dear wifey for ice cream. She decided for me that she wanted to go to the local Braum's/ Which forhose of you not from here ike the old market style version of the ice cream shop/Dairy Queen, serving burgers and the like, along with all osrts of other assorted dairy crap.
Anyway, as alwys, we arrive and there is a line of 4-5 people. You would have thought that they were being held up. 4 totally mindless clerks that must of just gotter hired out of the local state school program for the mentally handicapped/brain dead program, running around looking for God knows what, as I patiently wait in line. 5 minutes or so goes by and they somehow manage to get the first person his vanilla cone, Saints preserve us. 1 down, 4 to go. The next is a young hispanic couple, probably illegals, wanting taco flavored ice cream or some shit. Nobody speaks spanish, ortex-mex or anything even closely resembling whatever dialect of drivel they were mumbling. Another 10 minutes, and these 2 manage to make it out to their makshift pick up/illegal transport/lawn care who knows what and pull out and run into a car in the lot.
You would have thought there was a shooting. Every morons from behinf d the counter had to go out and look at it. The 19 year old 350 pound refugee from Katrina, stood there picking her nose, wonder what the hell she should do. The immense 450 pounder in front of me said "call the cope, let them handle it". Oh my God, an intelligent statement fromn the one directly in front of me.
I just knew it was too good to last, as she proceed to place her 12,000 calorie order.
"I'd like 3 scoops of blajh, with extra blah, nuts, more blah, could you put that in a larger dish blah, carmel, chocolate, vanilla cherries blah" They all just stood there like deer in the headlights. I just knew she was going to have to go and order allover again. Now 4 peple are working on this gastronomic concoction, dropping falling, slipping and just ingeneral, fucking up Godzilla's order. As I'm watching this show take place, I'm trying to remain calm as rolls of her fat are trying to jump out of her spandex, yes spandex pants. She turns to look at me, with her 5x5 dimensions and arms out at a 45 degree angle as her ass is larger than the average 71 Buick ( see previous post) and says, "I want what I want" My wife tells me to be nice. Be nice, I haven't said a thing and it's taken me almost 1/2 an hour to get a stinking ice cream. I couldn't stand it any longer and answered Godzilla with, "well that's pretty obvious" You would have thought her head exploded. She wheeled around and pointed a sausage sized finger at me and told me I didn't understand Fat people. Yes I do, you're fucking fat, and disgusting, plus you smell bad because you probably can't get yor arm around your 80 inch hips after taking a dump. Which when you do, you probably have to file an environmental impact statement and notify the treatment plant that a major surge is coming their way. So turn you fat ass around, get your 12,000 calorie treat, throw you groos ugly butt into that pile of shit you drive, and go back to he dump you live in and inhale your treat as you watch reruns of 10 year old Oprah shows.
My wife turned green. Godzilla now speaks. "well I never" and at this point I cut her off. "Bullshit lard ass" Get the hell out of my face before I harpoon your fat ass" She grabbed her 43 pound sundae and hit the door.
Finally it's my turn. The zit faced victim of the local school system is now making an attempt at taking my order. "I would like a small Heath bar mix with vanilla ice cream, please" You would have thought I'd asked him to quote the periodic table of elements. "Huh" was his reply. OK, let's try it again. Get a small steel mixer, place some vanilla ice cream in it, along with 3 scoops of crushed heath bar, stick it in the mixer for about 20 seconds. Shove the whole thing in a small cup and give it to me along with a plastic spoon, as there are none here at the counter. "Huh" "Holy fooking shit Batman" "get your manager, you're too stupid to be breathing. So the older manager, who must have bee all of 21, takes my order. I repeat the whole thing, she manages to get it to me in record time. except one small detail, it has chocolate ice cream. AHHHHHHHHH. I asked for vanilla ice cream. "well you know we are busy and people make mistakes. "you're right" I responded, I came here thinking i was going to be able to place an order in plain english and get a simple request, but I was wrong" Finally after almost 40 minutes, I get what i came for. In the meantime my wife's order is already done and she is sitting ther smiling at me waiting for my cute self. I go to check out. I repeat what she had, as she gets the same thing every time, and tell them what I have as it's right in front of me. The register at this precise moment stops working. You would have thought that Armageddon had started. They could not figure out what to do."well, I'm going over to get my ice cream before it melt, when you figure out the cost, come and get me. They never came and got me. I approached the counter. I asked what my bill was. The manager blankly stared at me. "It's free" she stated. So I grabbed my wifey ever so gently by the arm and got the hell out ofthat zoo.
Moral of the story, buy ice cream at Wal Mart, and the tv show was right on 2countsand wrong on other. The schools do suck,correct statement, the treachers union is a joke, correct again, and the kids are not stupid, wrongo on this one.
Makes me tired just thinking about it. No wonder I take so many meds.