I treated myself to a sushi lunch today because I found money in my jeans pocket. As I was at the restaurant, I had the displeasure of sitting next to a pair of lowing moo-cows and their sproggen. I was forced to endure their idiotic conversation as they apparently had no understanding of the concept of indoor voices. Anyway, they both had tri-color dye jobs, manicures, and hugeass multi-hundred dollar strollers crowding up the place.
One was whining because her parents had "cut her off" and gone on a cruise. The other said "well, you can't take it with you" and the first one whined "but I'm four months late on my mortage, and have these credit card bills that Bob (the wallet - I assume) doesn't know about". The other mooed in sympathy while her child dumped it's entire plate of food on the floor and the first continued with "they shouldn't be spending that money on a cruise, it's supposed to be for me when they die". Then her child began shrieking like someone had stuck a needle in it's eye. That's when I decided to take the rest of my lunch to go so I didn't just turn to her and say "If you're so far behind on your mortage, maybe you shouldn't be taking your hellspawn out for sushi." Really, if you don't live in Hawaii, and you're broke...you shouldn't be fucking eating sushi with your manicured nails as you reek of hair dye.
"It truly is the one commonality that every designation of humans you can think of has, there's at least one asshole."
--Me