Breeders Breeders Everywhere!

What is it with these fucking cretins that they have to be so self-absored?

So, I start my morning off by dropping into the local Barnes and Noble looking for something stimulating to read. Having not found what I was looking for under Mystery, I headed to the Sci-Fi area. "I know, I'll look up the graphic novels of The Walking Dead, since I love the tv series so."

Except that a breeder bunch was blocking the entire section. Oh well, they're readers (unlike most parunts) and are totally into the show too, right? So I can wait my turn. Except not. Moomy was busy cooing over her baybee, with the giant-ass stroller blocking right where I wanted to look. Duhdy seemed put out that I asked him if he would kindly move, so I could look at that section. How thoughtless of me; I should have noticed right off that he was busy texting, and how dare I ask him to move while I do something so ridiculous as check out the books in a bookstore!

Second encounter comes as I arrive at the gas station. Normally I pull up to the first pump, cause I hate people who park at the back one then you have to maneuver around them and back in to get to the front pump. Or, they are parked some odd combination of half-way in between 2 pumps, so no one can use the second pump without blocking the parking lot comings and goings.

Anyways, I have no choice but to park at the back pump, since some moron has decided to create his/her own space, where there isn't one. But hey, it's close to the front door, who cares if it's blocking half the gas pump?

So, I go inside and pay cash. Normally I just run my card at the pump, but this particular gas station you save 6 cents a gallon by paying cash. Sounds good, right? So I go inside and find Dudhy and his weeblish 10-year-old, loading down the counter with fatty junk food. The kid did not need anymore junk food, trust me. And at convenience store prices where there is a grocery 3 blocks down the road? Ok whatever.

Ten minutes later, they are finally through; Junior having paid for his part of the gluttonous feast in pocket change. Apparently he just busted open his piggy bank for Cheetos and Snickers bars.

I politely tell the clerk I'm on pump 2 and hand him the cash and head towards the door. Dudhy no doubt saw my looks of disdain at his pwecious counting change and make a half-hearted attempt to slam the door in my face as I was exiting behind them.

Were that not enough, well there's one more asshole parunt to fill my day. Driving home, I'm behind this giant Momstrosity of an SUV. It's got the "Army Wife" logo and a bunch of those stick famblee stickers on it. Out of nowhere, MooMoo slams on the breaks, in the middle of heavy traffic. Thank Jeebus I was able to maneuver around her and into the next lane. As I passed her by and gave her my dirtiest look, I noticed that mombie, was bizzy chatting on the phone! I guess she was about to miss her turn and she was not in the turning lane, so she did want any moron would do; rather than simply going to the next block and making a U-turn, she decided to almost cause a 10-car pile-up.

I hope every last one of them has a raging case of fucking whiplash.

Oh for fucks sake! I'm glad you are okay and didn't get in an accident!
Is it just me, or do breeders PURPOSELY plant themselves in places where we need to go?
Even if I run to the grocery store for milk or something, they will be EXACTLY where I have to go,
at the PRECISE time I need to be there.
Then they get pissed when ya don't worship their shitstain and treat ya like crap!
But aren't they supposed to be 'a better person and more understanding'
because they are Moos and Duhs?

That dumb ass moo on the phone is going to get herself and her kids killed.

" I'll look up the graphic novels of The Walking Dead"

THEY ARE AWESOME.

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So, I start my morning off by dropping into the local Barnes and Noble looking for something stimulating to read. Having not found what I was looking for under Mystery, I headed to the Sci-Fi area. "I know, I'll look up the graphic novels of The Walking Dead, since I love the tv series so."

You would think that would be the safest place in a bookstore to be (second only to the sex aisle). I don't know many graphic novels that are kid-friendly. Which is just another reason graphic novels rock!

Off-topic, but I have Compendium One of The Walking Dead and you will not be disappointed when you finally get your hands on it.

whenever as giant stroller is blocking my way in a store i gently roll it away from me, while smiling sweetly and saying "you don't mind if i just move this a bit? thank you." and just keep going on my way.

Modern payrunts are some of the most self-centered, careless and unobservant beings on this planet. And they have the nerve to call childfree "selfish".

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whenever as giant stroller is blocking my way in a store i gently roll it away from me, while smiling sweetly and saying "you don't mind if i just move this a bit? thank you." and just keep going on my way.

I id that with one of those plastic kindercars today- minus the talking- it was blocking half the sidewalk! and there wasn't even any brat out playing with it!

Well, I would have moved the stroller but it went like this -- Me trying to look at books ~~> Dudhy~~~> BaybeeMama ~~~> giant stroller. So, the baybee was at the opposite end of me, but all three were blocking what I wanted to look at. And they weren't looking at anything. Moomy was cooing over baybee and Dudhy was texting.

Plus, they were late-teens/early-20s. I'm sure they hardly know what a book is, unless it was written by Snooki, so I was confused as to what they were doing in a book store to begin with.

"I id that with one of those plastic kindercars today- minus the talking- it was blocking half the sidewalk! and there wasn't even any brat out playing with it!"


After doing that day after day after day after day with kindercrap scooter things left blocking our apt. doorway, we took to relocating them to random places in the apt. complex. You are nicer than I am, Shark.

No matter how nice I am about moving a stroller I always get an attitude. It's for that reason I don't say a word to the moo I just move it. If I'm in a grocery store and a cart is blocking my path I move the cart three aisles over. If a moo is extra clueless I have a whistle. I'm just waiting for an opportunity to use it. Thje last time I was forced to live around famblees I got sick of bikes and either ran them over or slashed their tires. I call that a lesson in not leaving it on my property or in the middle of the road.

I don't know what it is about a crowded grocery store that makes people act this way. On Friday night, I had clocked out and just needed to pick up a graham cracker crust (because I am totally inept at making the damn things myself) and some cream cheese for the pumpkin cheesecake I was making for my friend/coworker's bachelorette party the following night. I noticed the crust I had picked up had a crack in it, so I turned around to swap it out for a new one, but the aisle was TOTALLY blocked. One oblivious moron kept aimlessly walking back and forth across the aisle, completely ignorant of the masses trying to get around her and her cart. And then there were at least two duhs holding shitloaves and their buddies and babymamas standing right behind them or wandering around the entrance to the aisle. But the duhs were just STANDING there, doing nothing. Remembering I needed to pick up some soda, too, I ran back to get that, and when I came back, they were STILL standing there, at least 3-5 minutes later!

Sadly, when I finally did get to go back down the baking aisle, I realized the crust I'd picked up was the least damaged of the whole lot and that the rest of them looked like they'd been pawed through and/or dropped on the floor. No doubt by a moo or her stupid kyd. The cheesecake was a big hit, anyways, and if anyone was sober enough to notice a little crack in the crust by the time we got to dessert, they didn't say anything.