So, the bitch said my energy was so bad this morning that she didn’t want me to drive them. I wouldn’t stop telling these damn old farts that y’all don’t need to “cash” your stupid checks at the counter. There are too many cameras and people, too. Just fucking use the damn outdoor ATM to deposit the two small checks and then withdraw $100 in twenties!
So, the bitch asked the Filipina clerk if the thick bullet-proof glass protects them from the bad guys. Then we joked that there are people working OUTSIDE the bullet-proof glass. What about their safety while they sell these poor people mortgage deals that could NEVER be paid off in a life time or so.
So they left without me to enjoy the house to myself. But at 1020 am, the fun was over and they came home. WE noticed a truck idling on our side street. The truck had a LONG, windowless, white boxcar. It left northbound on MY long stretch of as soon as the twosome came home.
The bitch noticed that everyone is on edge. She has been bitching the whole day with Paw taking most of the brunt for his slowness and defense of Obama and pals. Currently, she is still railing on the old man because he doesn’t get it. Oh, what fun! And y’all think life is so honky-dory on my side of the fence. Freaks!
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