Ok-yesterday was hell.. Like an idiot, I dropped a 14 in, heavy pressed glass plate on my big toe, edge side down, and thought I broke the damn thing! I freak out, called my Mom at work, and she took me to the emergency room bc that's where my Dr. told me to go.. (it was bleeding viciously and hurt)
Oh, fucking Yay! I got in at 3:30 pm... About an hour after I got there, here comes two paramedics, both holding car seats with brats in them.. Then, here comes Moo.. Moo was just in a car accident.. Guess who go to get checked out by the Dr. first? Moo did and Dad sat out in the waiting room with the vermin.. The little girl was about a year old, doppickly running around me, everytime she got near, I put my foot up on the couch I was sitting on.. then she started squawking.. I looked at my Mom.. I was like "Why don't you crack her across the face like ya did me when I acted like an ass?" She just rolled her eyes.. I love my Mom and I am so happy she doesn't want grandkids!
Three and a half hours later, we left without being seen.. I had had enough of people coming in with fucking kids that were being expedited to the front of the line while I sat there, toe throbbing in pain and bleeding..
Mom and I decide to go to eat.. We picked a place that was rugbastard friendly, which was cool with me.. They have a skill crane (one of those .50 cent machines that ya try to win a toy in with that claw thinger) and I have to play it everytime we go.. Well, I had just lost a real care bear and was looking for another toy while digging in my pocket for more quarters.. From behind, I hear this voice firmly state "Excuse Me!" I turn around, and this motherfucking arrogant picece of shit MooTard practically pushes me out of the way. (mind you, I'm 5'10'', my Mother is 6'2" and standing next to me) and throws her quarters in.. The freakin' claw hadn't even made it back to it's original position from my turn! I was shocked.. She had at the least two brats with her.. On my way out the door, i looked over my shoulder, and noticed that she didnt win anything either.. I silently gloated.. (Had I been with friends, I would have went over, did a victory dance, and would have called her an ass)
I was just completely shocked that she didnt have the patience to just let me pout for 5 seconds over the loss of my toy!
(Yes, I'm a 27 year old female who pouts when I lose toys...)