Tourist season has thrust itself on my little town… Dumbass people from all manner of near and far reminding me why some people should not breed and some should never be given a license to drive a motorized vehicle. I think some of them are even sober but good gus people! That lighted red dot on a pole in front of you means stop. I’m pretty sure it does where you come from too. And the lighted yellow dot does not, in fact, mean mow down the local pedestrian at high speeds. I know, I may not like the idiot that walks in front of me at the last possible second but these are my idiots… Go home and find your own. You’ll probably be helping us all out because they won’t be here next tourist season. And stop bitching at the servers because 200 of you showed up all at the same time demanding changes to the special and extra this and that… it isn’t their fault the chef may not have gotten your order correct. Or if they put it in incorrectly it could be the fact you changed your mind 17 times. If you want deep fried crap go home, otherwise quit your bitchin and enjoy the fact that you can actually see the water from whence your food came.
So I’m ranting. Maybe its because I got cut off by a carloada. Or maybe because I had a hard time getting through downtown because the walkways were heavy with drunkass idiots. Maybe I just don’t appreciate junior or princess here with daddy’s cast off beemer from 2 years ago that they don’t know the first thing about driving let alone caring for. Whatever they have daddy’s big ol credit card to pay for the repairs so far be it from me to complain about that part. I’ll just be at my second job paying for my 10 year old Honda… Making sure they have extra caffeine in their small triple non-fat no whip mocha. (oops, I forgot the non fat part…). Welcome tourists, what can I make for your hangover, I mean get for you today??
