How so-much could go so-wrong, and, before even nine (9) O'Clock in the morning; is beyond me! I mean...i get out of bed_with a clear intention of committing myself to duties yet preformed; only to be slaped-down_every inch opf the way. WE don't really have to take the dog out_to make her little poo-poos an pee-pee's, as what idiot LOL would dare suggest The Little Baby, Jesus, owned an animal_that didn't know how to use the news-paper, on the kitchen-floor. Still, though it's a suffering, hot, sweltering-day, up at seven (7) i'm out the door by eight-thirty (8:30) leash in-hand, and ready for the dog's preformance. She did well...twice/ n0t that it didn't come with one of the neighbours deturmand to stare me down, and, wait for me to make a preformance of my ouw_before bending-down_news-paper in-hand, and, picking-up little puppy's buisness. You know...there was the finishing of the ciggrette_before handeling dog-crap, turning my byick around_so i didn't have to face the sun, fanning myself with the sheets of news-paper_which were obviously ment to grab the shit up-with anyway. And durring all this scean, the neighbour_who i had congragulated when moving-in about how nice his garden was_with him not bothering to even crack a smile...well he's gaugking at me_as if he's never seen anybody pick-up dog-shit before. I was only suprised he didn't eventually come-out_to make sure, i picked up every stinking crumb! Some people are just so childish...
Now i hav'nt yet quite got back into the house; before the next incident! Crossing the street, or, about to_directly in front of my house_where in the window is posted my Internet and Twitter-accounts, some fool and her bitch boy-friend decide this is the time to prove to The Wonderious One_they can't drive! Here i am anyway_standing on my right-of-way on the side-walk enterance fo the corner-store; waiting for a break in the traffic_which will allow me, the dog and my byick to make it across inn safty; when this big, greu SWV comes barreling-up_wanting to get into the parking-lot. What am i, an idiot? I can't see over the truck, so stand my ground_sure the woman inside is simply going to pull-in; as there was plenty of room. 0 No! She decides for some strange unfathonabul reason her best approtch is to hold-up traffic behind her, so that i can move my big, fat black-ass out of her way; when in reality...all she had to do, and, eventually was forced to do_was turn the stearing-wheel_so that she could get-im on her own side! Well i'm sorry, because the day when The Little Baby Jesus, risks life and limb for anyone_has long past, while in asure Y'all, it ain't comming back again...
Anyway, i finally do make it across the street, and, once there_decide i'll buy a soda-pop for work, put the byick away, or, park-it, and once more return to the very spot of my earlier incident. You know Jesus...i ain't afraid of no confrentation, but i ain't looking for none eather. So passin the car, i glance in-side to see who is in it and which one of these Niggers went in the store; having far too much class to have been monitoring their movements_before this time. It was the Broad, and, she was n0t permitted the oppertunity to stare-down The All Holy One, as in passed eather_though she tried! By this time, i'm imagaining her thinking: "Well she lost that round, what's a`gonna happen_when this, big, black huskie-one, confronts my man?", only to watch me calmly take the dog up-to the hitching-post, and tie her up first_before i even looked in the direction of the store. I would like to think, fortunatly...i couldn't see the car anymore, as i headed towards the shop-door; that there was no need to worry or wonder what Miss Thing'ie was doing by then, but approtching the enterance_there was somebody comming-out; who i held the door open for, and he directly followed by my asailent. Naturally, being the hight of politness, i continued holding the door for this guy_that he too might finally, and easily depart from my`presents... But healso, such as had been with his girl, came to the conclusion that having the door opened for him_by somebody he himself had just abused_wasn't enouigh, and suspected that he too might be in place to stare-me-down! Sorry, buddy! Permission Denied!
My`Bad...Maybe, but in turned on my heels, decided i could get soda-pop any old time, and became witness to what would be the next act of impertinance of this character_never in the length of my life , have i seen before; following behind him of a distance apromiximatting Fiftte-feet (15 ') until he gould crawl his skinny-ass back into the vhicale; with every intention of, and commiting my'self to tha act of_returning to my abode. I did notice however_between this guys constant turning-around or looking over his sholder in nerviousness, that the girl was eather texting, or, placing a call_on her cell, and, that within seconds of myb reaching the stoop, she had alreaddy turned her wheels around in the parking-lot. Humph...She wasn't such a sloppy-driver_after-all!
Luckily, i have a big plant on the downstairs landing; that there's no need to go directly into the house, and, i can lay-claim to what these two characters are up-to. With the sun blazind however, and the windshieldfacing right into it, i can't tell what's going-on inside, but it is quite obvious i'm being watched. Never-the-less, going back to when this jet-black couple, or he, exited the store, i had pointed-out to him that right across the street_was a city-Cop standind; in the event thire might have been more to play-out in this scean. I mean...there's nothing like good manners, right?
Naturally, any chance of doing my`shoppimng_before going to work on an Saturday-morning; is out of the question, or, at-least, it ain't gonna be anything like an early-start. I have however, feeling somewhat uneasy about how this couple has been treating me, not only recorded their licence-plate number_in my head, but upon entering the house_called the Montrteal Ploice Department! Should anyone n0t suspect such, WE also will be showing-up in Court! Of-coures, the whole proceedure_is more than i can stand; me needing go in-person to the Police-station...like a Messiah has nothing better to do; though WE were waiting for The- Cops to actually arrive at my doorstep; until they called_obviously to tell me they were on the way, twice, and, i learned_from the way the house-phone had been ringing that: Good-Grifff...My cell has been disconnected, and unless i go directly downtown to_to pay it, noboby's going to be able to reach me, me having a new contract on Thursday and all.
By this time, one can see my whole day has been shot, and that makes for a very, very, un-happy, Little Baby Jesus, that there is no question...i will sghortlyb after supper_be going to my ariea Police Dept. and making that report b/c as we all know...
No`body an nutin messes with, The Little Baby Jesus, and never, ever, will again!
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