i'd rather be a blue-footed booby, and why i don't feel like blogging right now

...and moved up this picture because I don't feel like blogging and want you to have a music link handy for mellowing out....

A few nights ago I betook myself to Jack-In-The-Box for a late night meal. Parked at the wide open drive-up window, waiting for my burger, a dumpy broad who was well into the obese end of the spectrum and about twenty-eight or so was reading some poor teenager up one side and down the other... for drill... for I'm-in-charge-and-you-aren't. She was speaking to him as if he were a piece of trash, bellowing that if the dining room was not cleaned to her standards he would have to stay over past his shift till it was done. Aside from the fact that this is illegal, it was filthy, demoralizing, and where the fuck did this big-mouthed and sweaty cow with rolls of fat spilling out her clothes in every direction get off speaking to ANYONE that way about ANYTHING let alone STANDARDS?

Ever since, I have not been feeling up to dealing with the world. I should have barked that stupid bitch down on the spot. I'd feel better now. Instead, I just let it curdle my blood, render me unable to eat that damn burger, and make it so I could barely keep my head far enough above my steering wheel to make it home. Welcome to the workaday world, kid.

Last time it was a couple of young men, well into their twenties, yammering ceaselessly in the booth behind me about the range of all possible action hero pairings and the appropriate action villains to go with them while X number of Iraqi children were being maimed in our names. I didn't yell at them either. Everyone agrees that they'd only have gaped at me, and I'd have been taken as just a nasty old broad attacking a couple of guys out trying to have a good time.

Had me a mega-movie night again last night, and the clerk at the video store beamed about quitting her job in a couple days because her fiancé didn't want her working anymore. She's 62 and built like a football player and worries the lord will be angry with her for buying Lotto tickets. The part that really fried me was, when I was congratulating her on not only finding a husband but one who wanted to let her get off her poor aching feet at last, she said, "Yeah, even though he's black he still doesn't want me to have to work." Fuck! She's MARRYING somebody she thinks is less of a man than a white one.

Just shoot me.