This morning as I walked up to the staff entrance of the library, I looked down and saw, next to the door, a little pile of… let’s assume dogshit. I’m going to believe dogshit.
My niece’s house. When her daughter was around four we asked her to spend the weekend so she could hang around with my kids (my son is 2 1/2 years older) - a good time was had by all. When it was time to drop our great-niece off her mother wasn’t home so we went in. I have never seen anything like that house and it looked like a nightmarish version of Hoarders. The door had been kicked in at one point so some of it was replaced with cardboard. There was trash up to my shins in the main areas and piled a couple of feet high in the corners. I could hear rustling sounds under that debris.
There were no sheets on the bare, stained mattresses that rested on the floors and the closets had hangers on the rods and piles of dirty clothing mixed with cheap toys and random food items. There were two dogs and three cats somewhere in there. My great niece matter of factly shoved some things aside and sat on the sofa. There were horror movies and porn flicks stacked next to the VCR and empty 40 ouncers everywhere, along with the requisite pizza boxes and fast food wrappers.
When my niece came in she was unfazed by it all. She informed me that her boyfriend’s friend was crashing at their place and slept on the sofa - the porn was his. When we told her that social services would be called if she didn’t clean up her place for the kids’ sake, she was shocked and dismayed.
I’m not sure what happened to my brother and his wife, but my niece was raised in a very dysfunctional environment and is passing that on to her own kids. Pregnant at 16, no education beyond 9th grade, tattooed and pierced and overweight and a painful shade of bleached blonde. My great niece showed up for the family Christmas party in clothing better suited for club hopping in Vegas - she is now 13. My niece proudly informed all of us that her daughter is ‘so popular with the boys’. Great!
My niece’s former boyfriend and father of her son is in jail for molesting his own son. He was caught after my nephew starting exhibiting sexual behavior at school; he was five years old.
I’d better stop now, I could go on but this is making me sad. At one point we planned to have the kids live with us but my niece pulled it together after her ex went to jail. She loves the kids and they love her but her decision making skills suck.
What? He was just minding the gap.
When I was a bank teller, we had a customer come in every day. Every day we had to issue him a new passbook, because his previous one was soaked in urine.
This is a whole different level of trashy.
We have a monitor at work running a powerpoint loop of “corporate inspirational” statements.
In comic sans…
Its hard to take seriously any appeal for quality, cost awareness, security awareness, etc. from a corporation made in comic sans.
I remember that one - Mr. Horseshoe and I STILL make joking references to it: “I’m not a crackhead!! I’m a prostitute.” The tone of pride and righteous indignation in her voice was surreal.
Clearly not as trashy as other stuff I have seen on this list but for me the trashiest thing I recall was during a stop-over in the Las Vegas airport. First the Airport is really trashy with dozens of slot machine zombies but then I saw a mother and her young son. She was dressed like trash and her son could not have been 12 yet. It just seemed really wrong for a kid to be wearing a Hooter’s shirt.
I should not have read this thread while eating lunch…
Traffic Court: A woman is having a *pro se *(no lawyer) trial for her speeding ticket. She was probably only 30, but looked 50 from the meth use. City miles. She was also wearing a Dale Earnhart jacket, and a large knee/leg brace. As the trial started, and the cop began testifying, we are all joking in the back about how she is probably going to say that it was her bad leg… Then she testified.
Yep. Her leg seized up, and she literally couldn’t pull her leg off the gas pedal. At this point we are giggling because we can tell that the judge is trying really hard not to laugh. Then… THEN… she says she had her five year old unbuckle himself from his car seat, and attempt to pry her leg off the gas pedal. :smack: DOH!
Not so funny after that. I think she actually got a day in jail.
Mind the gap indeed.
Oh, I should have guessed. That guy probably found those bumper stickers that say “I’d rather push my Ford that drive a Chevy or Dodge” to be too subtle :rolleyes:
Speaking of crap that people stick on their trucks, I’ve always found one subcategory of window decals to be particularly trashy: anything that uses an image of Calvin from Calvin and Hobbes (all of which are technically pirated since C & H is very minimally licensed). To whit:
~ Calvin kneeling at a cross and praying
~ Calvin grinning mischievously while pissing on a truck brand logo (Dodge, Ford, or Chevy…whichever brand the truck owner has a “feud” with)
~ Calvin waving a Confederate flag with one hand and flipping the bird with the other (really.)
My buddy and I pulled up to Sans Souchi, a bar near Love Field in Dallas one Halloween night. There’s a bouncer, a woman and a man standing right by the front door talking. The woman has on a raincoat, it was kinda misty, and we notice that it’s clear plastic and that she’s not wearing anything underneath. Then she sits on the car hood right there, kinda leans back, the guy drops his pants…
That poor bouncer had to sit there and watch them screw. So did everyone else that wandered in and out of the place. Heh, too much for me, we left.
Is it just me, or is Texas starting to starting to sound like a favorite destination for these types?
Maybe it’s something in the water.
I think that’s not a normal bar… more of a swingers place, right?
I have no idea so that’s quite possible. I didn’t go in because… you know… cooties.
I would assume that the most shocking faux pas that I was ever ewxposed to happened one early spring when we were paying a visit to the Harpers (The East coast Harpers, not those terrible Los Angeles Harpers). We were all sitting down to morning tea, hoping to make plans to motor into town and pick up some antiques (its the best time of the year you know, the better shops are stocked for the tourist trade, but the tourists have not begun their annual locust like descent upon us - we usually summer at Randy’s Island, just to get away… its so dreadful). Anyway, Betsy and Mim were already at the table when we arrives, so we sat and greeted them. At that point one of the maids passed gas, audibly, and Betsy, flew into a rage and threw a scalding hot pot of tea at her, scalding her terribly. and no doubt leaving her hideously scarred for life.
I was shocked… when Betsy got up to throw the tea at the rude maid, I could see she was wearing white!
Well before Labour Day!
Well, I never!
Do I win a prize?
You know, I actually can see where this woman might be coming from. Sure, prostitution isn’t exactly a respectable gig - but it’s not hard to argue that drug dealers do a lot more harm to their communities. For all that she isn’t the classiest of people, this woman’s being labeled as something much worse. Hell, I’d be pissed, too. And I respect this prostitute a bit for having enough pride to be pissed.
I’ve lived here in Dallas for about 11 years (from ages 27 through 38) and the only time I ever heard about that place was when I googled this other club like that run out of some guy’s house in a suburb on the south side of the area that got several articles written in the paper for all sorts of lewdness and crazy stuff. (google the “Cherry Pit” in Duncanville if you really want to know).
Otherwise I’ve stuck to the bars on McKinney Avenue, Greenville Avenue and sometimes Belt Line in Addison.
I don’t know what it is about career driven 25 year old women (or should I say, girls) lately, but it seems an awful lot of them are dating dudes that are way older than them.
This weekend at a law school admissions day, the SO and I had a rollicking good time playing “Young father or older boyfriend?” to admitted female students.
Disgustingly enough, it was often older boyfriend. Complete with streaked gray hair and low career aspirations of his own.
ETA:
I’m glad I’m not the only one who really really likes Cops.
You win a prize for screwing up your own joke. It’s white AFTER Labor Day. You are expected to wear white during the summer.
Here’s just one of many stories of trashy behavior in the greater Los Angeles region. My wife and I were shopping at a Vallarta’s, which is a chain of Mexican supermarkets (they have great avocado salsa). In line to pay in front of us was a family consisting of a woman wearing very hookerish and cheap clothing - hot pants and a halter top and dirty Crocs, the older man wearing a cowboy shirt and hat, and a small boy wearing a dirty tee shirt and shorts. The boy was running about and grabbing things, and the father kept smacking him, hard, in the head.
While this was going on, the mother was arguing with the cashier in half English, half Spanish about what groceries she could use food stamps to buy. She was buying lots of junk food, cigarettes and beer, and the cashier kept trying to get her to understand that the food stamps would not cover the smokes and beer.
Finally, after watching this unfold in horror, and my wife nearly about to punch the man to keep him from smacking the kid again, the woman half-shouts “Fine!” and pulls out a hundred dollar bill to pay for her groceries. It was surreal, like that famous scene in ‘I’m Gonna Git You Sucka’ with Chris Rock buying the one rib come to life.
That salsa was really good though.
Tim
“toy geek”