A "first Mother's Day" gift goes unopened
Bugger me, just foiled a laundry thief!
When I took my stuff down to the laundry room, he was just in the process of putting his stuff in the dryer. He wasn't taking his clothes from the machines I was using, either.
So I threw in my soap and clothes, fired up a couple of machines, and left.
Back in half an hour to throw the stuff in the dryer, and I find this same guy with both of my machine open pulling stuff out!
"Ahem!" I said, threateningly.
He spins. "Oh, hey buddy. I lost my wallet, have you seen it?"
No, all I saw was your dirty mitts in my white shirts. "Nope, sorry."
He turns to the dryer where his clothes formerly were, opens it, and from my vantage I could see it was completely empty except for his wallet, sitting neatly in the centre bottom.
"Oh, here it is. Thanks, BYE!"
He flees. Bastard.
So I followed him (not obviously) and found what floor he went to. If my shirt count is low when I go back to the dryers, I'm getting the landly and my pliers and going to work on him. :P
The Romanian was in a fine mood last night. I walked in to the foyer to start my shift and he was reading the paper. He exploded to me "Fuck, there's nothing but Jews in here! This is why I don't read the fucking Jewpaper!"
He then went through the first several pages of the A section, saying "Jew, Jew, Jew" while smacking each article. So I brought the paper home to give you the articles he took exception to the "Jewness" of.
Front page: "Surrey hospital emergency still closed", "Truckers to builders: Pay up or shut down", "B.C.'s unemployment rate lowest in 25 years". Oh yes, clearly a Zionist conspiracy.
Page 2: "Media say Nash to be named NBA MVP".
Page 3: "Author claims to have proof Chinese beat Columbus here" (okay, he hates the Chinese too), "Students hold part for time travellers", and "Premier Carole James? Well, the topic is least being discussed".
Page four: "Campaign 2005: Spending priorities set parties apart", "Four-lane highway through bluffs tighens the race", and a what do you think piece at the bottom that asks "Fish farming has emerged as a major election issue in coastal B.C. ridings. How concerned are you about the possible threat to wild salmon?"
Page five: "Liberal campaign turns negative, as truckers ambush James's bus"
On and on the pages go, until finally I find something that might have set him off. "Terrorism, rain cited as threat to summits" is about the leaders of fifty nations meeting in Russia to celebrate the end of WW2. There were Jews in that war or something, wasn't there? :P
There are another couple of articles talking about WW2 and VE-Day. Then one that has "Jews" in the title: "Memorial to all of Europe's slain Jews is Germany's first".
Then Middle East articles, Bush stuff, and something about the Pope.
Each page gets thumped and "JEWS!" gets yelled, before the page gets flipped. Finally he comes to the end and thumps it. "JEWS!"
"Uh, that entire page is an advertisement for breakfast cereal."
"Yeah, but look at the company - Post! That's a Jew company, man!"
"I'm going to do my patrol now." :P
Buffalo Kisser was in another one of his "Educate me about sex" moods. Gah, that was weird. It's like explaining the birds and the bees to an eight-year-old, only he's about thirty two.
He also (before the sex-ed talk) decided to read me something from his favorite guru. You know, the guy that I think is a joke and doesn't make any sense.
He basically read out the Kitty Genovese story, only she was an old woman in his version. When I interceded to correct some details he was angry. "This is a philosophical story, not a real one. It's more important than the real one!" Er, okay.
So he finished, and he asked "And do you know why all of the observers did nothing?" And I told him that I did, and started to explain the bystander effect.
But no, his guru decided that it was an example of people being desensitized to violence because they spend five hours per day of watching television.
This whole story and explanation took about twenty solid minutes, and it was boring as hell. At the end, he looks up expectantly and said "So what do you think of that?"
Hmmm, do I tell him that he's just once again shown me that this guru is the fraud that everybody except is devotees think he is? That he's a moron? And that Buffalo Kisser isn't the brightest crayon in the box for thinking that if Osho says it, it must be true?
"Interesting interpretation" I said, and moved along. I'm such a wuss.
Dragon Gas is gone. Apparently he just called up the office the morning of one of his shifts and said he wasn't going to be available. So I plugged that hole.
When I got to work, the guys in my company didn't know any of the details, but Dragon Gas had told the bike patrol guys that he got a better job in Toronto in a restaurant, and he took off to go do that. Weird.
When I got off the SkyTrain on my way home, the bus loop was full of crackheads. They had all the classic signs, and they were weird. Some were really aggressive:
"What the fuck do you keep looking over here for?"
"I'm looking to see if the other bus is coming, is there a problem?"
"YOU got a problem? Want to solve it right now?"
Uh, yeah. Hope that works out for you.
And one girl, as I was walking past, says to me with a Canadian-Brooklyn (I know, I know) accent "Hey man, spare a smile?"
"No," I said.
"They're free, eh." she says.
Bah.
And, She's gone again. As you can see from a couple of the more recent blog entries, life wasn't all sunshine and candy. Although I'm not sure why it had to be that way. Maybe someday someone will explain it to me.
When I took my stuff down to the laundry room, he was just in the process of putting his stuff in the dryer. He wasn't taking his clothes from the machines I was using, either.
So I threw in my soap and clothes, fired up a couple of machines, and left.
Back in half an hour to throw the stuff in the dryer, and I find this same guy with both of my machine open pulling stuff out!
"Ahem!" I said, threateningly.
He spins. "Oh, hey buddy. I lost my wallet, have you seen it?"
No, all I saw was your dirty mitts in my white shirts. "Nope, sorry."
He turns to the dryer where his clothes formerly were, opens it, and from my vantage I could see it was completely empty except for his wallet, sitting neatly in the centre bottom.
"Oh, here it is. Thanks, BYE!"
He flees. Bastard.
So I followed him (not obviously) and found what floor he went to. If my shirt count is low when I go back to the dryers, I'm getting the landly and my pliers and going to work on him. :P
The Romanian was in a fine mood last night. I walked in to the foyer to start my shift and he was reading the paper. He exploded to me "Fuck, there's nothing but Jews in here! This is why I don't read the fucking Jewpaper!"
He then went through the first several pages of the A section, saying "Jew, Jew, Jew" while smacking each article. So I brought the paper home to give you the articles he took exception to the "Jewness" of.
Front page: "Surrey hospital emergency still closed", "Truckers to builders: Pay up or shut down", "B.C.'s unemployment rate lowest in 25 years". Oh yes, clearly a Zionist conspiracy.
Page 2: "Media say Nash to be named NBA MVP".
Page 3: "Author claims to have proof Chinese beat Columbus here" (okay, he hates the Chinese too), "Students hold part for time travellers", and "Premier Carole James? Well, the topic is least being discussed".
Page four: "Campaign 2005: Spending priorities set parties apart", "Four-lane highway through bluffs tighens the race", and a what do you think piece at the bottom that asks "Fish farming has emerged as a major election issue in coastal B.C. ridings. How concerned are you about the possible threat to wild salmon?"
Page five: "Liberal campaign turns negative, as truckers ambush James's bus"
On and on the pages go, until finally I find something that might have set him off. "Terrorism, rain cited as threat to summits" is about the leaders of fifty nations meeting in Russia to celebrate the end of WW2. There were Jews in that war or something, wasn't there? :P
There are another couple of articles talking about WW2 and VE-Day. Then one that has "Jews" in the title: "Memorial to all of Europe's slain Jews is Germany's first".
Then Middle East articles, Bush stuff, and something about the Pope.
Each page gets thumped and "JEWS!" gets yelled, before the page gets flipped. Finally he comes to the end and thumps it. "JEWS!"
"Uh, that entire page is an advertisement for breakfast cereal."
"Yeah, but look at the company - Post! That's a Jew company, man!"
"I'm going to do my patrol now." :P
Buffalo Kisser was in another one of his "Educate me about sex" moods. Gah, that was weird. It's like explaining the birds and the bees to an eight-year-old, only he's about thirty two.
He also (before the sex-ed talk) decided to read me something from his favorite guru. You know, the guy that I think is a joke and doesn't make any sense.
He basically read out the Kitty Genovese story, only she was an old woman in his version. When I interceded to correct some details he was angry. "This is a philosophical story, not a real one. It's more important than the real one!" Er, okay.
So he finished, and he asked "And do you know why all of the observers did nothing?" And I told him that I did, and started to explain the bystander effect.
But no, his guru decided that it was an example of people being desensitized to violence because they spend five hours per day of watching television.
This whole story and explanation took about twenty solid minutes, and it was boring as hell. At the end, he looks up expectantly and said "So what do you think of that?"
Hmmm, do I tell him that he's just once again shown me that this guru is the fraud that everybody except is devotees think he is? That he's a moron? And that Buffalo Kisser isn't the brightest crayon in the box for thinking that if Osho says it, it must be true?
"Interesting interpretation" I said, and moved along. I'm such a wuss.
Dragon Gas is gone. Apparently he just called up the office the morning of one of his shifts and said he wasn't going to be available. So I plugged that hole.
When I got to work, the guys in my company didn't know any of the details, but Dragon Gas had told the bike patrol guys that he got a better job in Toronto in a restaurant, and he took off to go do that. Weird.
When I got off the SkyTrain on my way home, the bus loop was full of crackheads. They had all the classic signs, and they were weird. Some were really aggressive:
"What the fuck do you keep looking over here for?"
"I'm looking to see if the other bus is coming, is there a problem?"
"YOU got a problem? Want to solve it right now?"
Uh, yeah. Hope that works out for you.
And one girl, as I was walking past, says to me with a Canadian-Brooklyn (I know, I know) accent "Hey man, spare a smile?"
"No," I said.
"They're free, eh." she says.
Bah.
And, She's gone again. As you can see from a couple of the more recent blog entries, life wasn't all sunshine and candy. Although I'm not sure why it had to be that way. Maybe someday someone will explain it to me.
posted by Rimmy at 17:52
1 Comments:
I think deep down, its still a "Win/Lose" world out there for her, and you're either a winner or a loser. Lifes not about winning, its about being happy, and until she knows how to be happy, and what makes her happy, she can't spread it around or share it.
But you, you know!
You will be vigelent!
You will wether the storm then say"That wasn't THAT bad" then" Fuck you storm!" and finally"Bring on another!"
In the end you will score the final goal.
I don't know what that last bit meant, or any of it to tell you the truth, but it was Damn Positive!.
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