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So, I'm in Virginia. With my parents, straight across Tennessee from one side to the other, and here we are with my little sister and her husband, who at the time, was having her baby.
I slept for most of the 15+ hour drive, except for the:
McDonald's Texas Massacre
Turns out, the McD's was bombarded by SIX busses of teens and chaperones from Texas.
The girls decided to stand in the bathroom smoking, the line got huge because although Mom n me were 5 in, they let the other million girls ahead to smoke..
So, screw that.
We went across the road to a convenient store, and were first in line for potty. Waiting for Mom, I see teens making out like crazy all over the cold-food/drink-doors. What's the lady behind the counter doing while they smear body juices (I'm not joking, ew) all over the glass?
Telling me to get out because, if I "ain't paying, ain't staying." Well, did you forget a moment ago when I bought gas and chips?
Why aren't you watching these million teens, who are shoplifting and leaving bodily juice messes on your floor at this point?
So I am reminded why I never work Sundays. These were church groups!
BIFF, WHAM, POW
I fall asleep again, and then wake after we arrive in Virginia. Time passes, we visit, and eat at this place called Five Guys. Food was outrageously priced, but parents wanted to treat.
Three burgers, small fries, and drinks, at $33
but, I didn't pay so I stayed quiet.
What was the sighting? Its an echo-inducing nightmare, and after we get our food and start to talk, the other people are talking and eating, Madame of the Dust Mop has to get up the crumbs.
No biggie right? Wrong, when she is SLAMMING the chairs and RAMMING the chairs into the tables and SMACKING the dust mop on the floor. God.
I know you have to clean but SMACKING SLAMMING BAM WHAM, MISS MA'AM.
Hospital from HELL
So, we're in the hospital, and I'm in the waiting room to give my sister a break from people. This woman is in the hallway not far from me SCREAMING at another hospital, insurance group, and school in one big conference call.
I really tried not to hear, but she was very upset.
Turns out, her son got his legs crushed at school somehow. He was sent to the other hospital, and no documentation was made at the school, or at his hospital about his treatment. The lady explained she needed it for the insurance, and I hear her repeating and obviously being agreed with by her insurance person that it was VITAL because of how extensive the injuries, and how expensive it was.
She goes on about that, then starts to explain that the rehab people helping him move his legs would never tell her when they'd be there at the house, never bothered to have her sign the sheet showing they'd done work (which is vital for both parties to have done) and how they treated her son.
Apparently, one such nurse/rehab lady tried to screw him.
THEN, we hear about her son tried to commit suicide, because he couldn't take it anymore, and how the hospital again did not document his treatment, and he was let out the next day. WTF?
She goes on with them, and apparently they see the light.
She's now getting money for his cost, suing the school and hospital (if they don't comply so she can get her things together), and is using the money to pay for his funeral =/
Turns out, one day the rehab people didn't show, and the mother had left him alone for the 10min. until rehab was supposed to be there, and he killed himself.
That is the saddest thing I have heard in a LONG time.
...on a side note, I live in a small area in the south.
I saw for the first time in real life a 711, and a groundhog not on a dinner table, or in a pet box.
I also saw a large amount of vanity liscence plates. This is a blue-blooded area around the Marine Base, and they are EVERYWHERE. Back home, there are three in the surrounding five cities/towns.
POOPIE1 - SEKSIMO - LSCN PLT - FKN FAST - FCK MOM
...AHAHAHHAHA.
I slept for most of the 15+ hour drive, except for the:
McDonald's Texas Massacre
Turns out, the McD's was bombarded by SIX busses of teens and chaperones from Texas.
The girls decided to stand in the bathroom smoking, the line got huge because although Mom n me were 5 in, they let the other million girls ahead to smoke..
So, screw that.
We went across the road to a convenient store, and were first in line for potty. Waiting for Mom, I see teens making out like crazy all over the cold-food/drink-doors. What's the lady behind the counter doing while they smear body juices (I'm not joking, ew) all over the glass?
Telling me to get out because, if I "ain't paying, ain't staying." Well, did you forget a moment ago when I bought gas and chips?
Why aren't you watching these million teens, who are shoplifting and leaving bodily juice messes on your floor at this point?
So I am reminded why I never work Sundays. These were church groups!
BIFF, WHAM, POW
I fall asleep again, and then wake after we arrive in Virginia. Time passes, we visit, and eat at this place called Five Guys. Food was outrageously priced, but parents wanted to treat.
Three burgers, small fries, and drinks, at $33
but, I didn't pay so I stayed quiet.What was the sighting? Its an echo-inducing nightmare, and after we get our food and start to talk, the other people are talking and eating, Madame of the Dust Mop has to get up the crumbs.
No biggie right? Wrong, when she is SLAMMING the chairs and RAMMING the chairs into the tables and SMACKING the dust mop on the floor. God.
I know you have to clean but SMACKING SLAMMING BAM WHAM, MISS MA'AM.
Hospital from HELL
So, we're in the hospital, and I'm in the waiting room to give my sister a break from people. This woman is in the hallway not far from me SCREAMING at another hospital, insurance group, and school in one big conference call.
I really tried not to hear, but she was very upset.
Turns out, her son got his legs crushed at school somehow. He was sent to the other hospital, and no documentation was made at the school, or at his hospital about his treatment. The lady explained she needed it for the insurance, and I hear her repeating and obviously being agreed with by her insurance person that it was VITAL because of how extensive the injuries, and how expensive it was.
She goes on about that, then starts to explain that the rehab people helping him move his legs would never tell her when they'd be there at the house, never bothered to have her sign the sheet showing they'd done work (which is vital for both parties to have done) and how they treated her son.
Apparently, one such nurse/rehab lady tried to screw him.
THEN, we hear about her son tried to commit suicide, because he couldn't take it anymore, and how the hospital again did not document his treatment, and he was let out the next day. WTF?
She goes on with them, and apparently they see the light.
She's now getting money for his cost, suing the school and hospital (if they don't comply so she can get her things together), and is using the money to pay for his funeral =/
Turns out, one day the rehab people didn't show, and the mother had left him alone for the 10min. until rehab was supposed to be there, and he killed himself.
That is the saddest thing I have heard in a LONG time.
...on a side note, I live in a small area in the south.
I saw for the first time in real life a 711, and a groundhog not on a dinner table, or in a pet box.
I also saw a large amount of vanity liscence plates. This is a blue-blooded area around the Marine Base, and they are EVERYWHERE. Back home, there are three in the surrounding five cities/towns.
POOPIE1 - SEKSIMO - LSCN PLT - FKN FAST - FCK MOM
...AHAHAHHAHA.
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