The manager – a rather small lady – looked like she was ready to jump over the counter. Surprisingly, no one else spoke up while I was around.
Worked in a grocery store in high school and I once saw a women stuff Marlboro cigarettes down the footed pajamas of her three year old son and send him running out the door. Myself and another employee ran after him and found him hiding in the back seat floorboard of a car that had a sleazy looking guy in the driver’s seat. It was obviously not the first time the woman had used this kid to steal cigarettes. The guy, without looking at us or the kid, yelled at the kid get to get out and we took him back in the store, called a manager and confronted the mother. This bitch proceeded to scream at the kid that she’d warned him about stealing cigarettes The dumbass manager arrived before I could say anything and because, you know, the customer is always right, believed the woman and began to lecture the kid also. I never wanted punch two people in the face worse than at that moment. I kept trying to say something but the manager kept interrupting and giving me the hand in the face. When the manager was done the woman grabbed the kid by the arm and dragged him out of the store. That was thirty years ago and I am still haunted by the thought that that guy probably beat the crap out of that kid when they got home, for getting caught, and how horrible the poor kid’s homelife must have been.
An alternative hypothesis - the kid actually said sparkalicious. You know, given that the shoes were sparkly. Maybe she mispronounced it, maybe garacer misheard.
http://www.bdonnas.com/sparklicious.html
Details, please.
I find it hard to believe that a president would take the time to check how people voted before permitting them on tours. How would he know, anyway? Don’t you use secret ballots?
Here was your first problem…
Seriously, how long has it been since you’ve been there? That place, and Clifton in general, is a dump by and large.
After 9-11, they required all requests for tours be submitted in advance in writing for the date/time of the walk through. This was in 2007 or 8. I followed all rules & regs, crossed the "T"s and dotted the "I"s. Requested it like 120 days out so they’d have plenty of time.
“Your request to tour the White House on date x is denied.”
I tried to appeal through my local Congressman, but I got told point blank by an aid that the WH was ONLY accepting visitors in good standing with the GOP. I wrote about it here at the time.
No, I Don’t miss you, Dubya.
The cop who filed my report about my stolen wallet, then called me later wanting sex from me.
When I was in high school, seeing kids dropped off from the school bus to go home to a shack that was falling in.
Many, many parents screaming and snapping at their kids for little or no reason. Sadists with helpless captives.
A four-year-old who slapped his mother in the face in the restaurant I worked at. And it wasn’t an accident, or a playful pat that landed a bit too hard. He was mad that she wouldn’t give him something, so he hauled off and slapped her.
At a school in Camden, NJ where my team worked during Americorps, a little boy was beaten to death by his stepfather the week before we got there. The shocking thing was no one even seemed upset or shocked by it – the kids were totally blase. The teachers barely batted an eye.
When I was about 11 or 12 I went to my dad’s office with him one day that we didn’t have school. He worked at the top floor of a high-rise in Philadelphia. At the end of the day my dad and I were walking down the street to the parking garage and there was a bus stop at the corner that we were approaching. One of the people waiting for the bus, an extremely heavy-set woman at the end of the line, hiked up her dress, slightly squatted, and took a dump and a piss right there on the sidewalk, during rush hour. Then the bus pulled up, she straightened up and got on the bus. I don’t think anyone else in line even realized it.
Raised as I was in a normal suburban home with little exposure to the gritty city, I was aghast. That image has been indelibly imprinted in my mind. As disgraceful as it was to witness, I couldn’t help thinking how it was even more disgusting that she then sat on a seat on the bus with what must have been a messy and shitty asscrack, with only a thin layer of cotton between herself and the seat. I’m still skeeved at the thought of it.
In public probably some of the racist crap I saw as a kind in Virginia, people openly talking about niggers, how bad they smell, etc.
In private, probably my dad beating the shit out of my mom or my sister, or the time he threw the xmas tree down the steps and smashed all the presents still in their wrapping.
A poorly maintained piece of fabric? Not real high on the list.
How does this even approach abuse? Assuming you’re talking 0 fahreinheit, it’s still only -20 Celsius. Our dog stays outside all day if it’s above minus thirty or so, and is quite happy about it. So does our neighbors dog. Actually I can hardly think of anybody that doesn’t leave their dog out in subzero conditions. It’s not even cold!
I would not haver posted back to this threrad,m buty for what happened this afternoon. This is a one-in-a-lifetimer disgrace:
I boarded a city bus on my was to pick up mny6 car astr a garage. Some rather noisy kids from Gardena High boarded–althoujgh they saw thAT I was muych olderf and less energetic than they, and waved me aboard ahead of them.
FRine and dandy. But two of the group ignored the driv er when he told them that they had not paid enough fare. Although they did
The hotel staff laughing at a woman that tripped and fell over in front of them. They didn’t go to help her either.
I would not have posted back to this thread, but for what happened this afternoon. This is a once-in-a-lifetime disgrace:
I boarded a city bus on my way to pick up my car at a garage. Some rather noisy kids from Gardena High boarded–although they saw that I was much older and less energetic than they, and waved me aboard ahead of them.
Fine and dandy. But two of the group ignored the driver when he told them that they had not paid enough fare. Although they did pay, they started mouthing off to the driver, who apparently had dealt with them quite a few times before. He told them they were going to be put off the bus, then he called his dispatcher. After a wait (in which the punks jeered the driver and asked for his badge number), a police car pulled up. A cop got out and boarded the bus, and ordered the kids off ‘or you can be arrested.’ They all left the bus at his order and the bus continued.
I commented to the driver as he pulled away, “Experience keeps a dear school, but fools will learn in no other.” (Benjamin Franklin) Et Plus Ça Change… :rolleyes: 
Can you remove Post #150 in this thread?
I apparently hit the wrong key and that post, incomplete, wound up on the thread. According to a small message box, I went over the allotted time when I tried to correct it, hence the reposting. Thanks very much.
A woman completely ignored her 6-year-old son standing and bouncing on the seats of a moving bus. The driver pulled over and got the police involved, which infuriated the woman (but did lead to a funny quote that’s become a family in-joke):
“DID YOU SQUEEZE THAT BOY OUT OF YOUR PUSSY?!”
My wife an I were dining in an upscale Italian restaurant. The waiter brought blue tinted wine glasses-we were ordering red wine!
The horror!:eek:
A cousin had an infant that died. At the funeral the baby was laid out in what looked just like a typical bassinet and was wearing a white outfit that looked just like pajamas. His preschool sister, no older than four, was next to the bassinet prior to the service saying over and over, “Wake up, Jonathan. It’s time to wake up now. Wake up, Jonathan.”
Another cousin my age (14 at the time) was like, “omg, someone needs to shut her up, it’s annoying, blah blah” loud enough that it was at least possible that some of the baby’s more immediate family could hear her. Her mother said not a damn word about it.
She’s still a complete soulless piece of shit at 30.
A few years ago, I was driving home from work and noticed that the cars in front of me were swerving around something in the road. It was an unconscious man.
That reminds me of a visit I paid to a grocery store in Watts, with a neighbor who wanted plantains, when you couldn’t get them in the South Bay. One place she shopped at was a meat market, which had visceral meats–liver, stomach, lungs, heart, etc.–on display in a case–with blue lights, making them look all the more gruesome. Eccch.
At least they weren’t running over him.
Meat is disgraceful now?