A 2007 Alexander Dennis Enviro 500 sporting “DEUCE” fleetname and livery in Las Vegas. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Venice in Las Vegas, Nevada (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Infant explorers (Photo credit: hcplebranch)
The whiny cry babies were out in full force today.
I had nothing to do in the last two days, so I didn’t go out. So, of course, the perps missed me. If I’m not out and they can’t annoy the hell out of me, they don’t get paid. Just the thought of going out when I have nothing to do, has become real hell. I used to go to the park, or go to a movie, or go see an art show. But those days are over. Every place I go I’m so full of angst, that I’d just rather stay home. Staying home is no better, but at least I don’t have to look at their faces.
I had to get on the bus today, and as always, being on the bus is the pits. Everybody on the bus knows who I am, and as soon as I get on the bus, the perps all perk up, especially the women. The women start shoving babies in my direction. What prostitutes these women are! If they’re willing to abuse their babies, what other things won’t they do?
(I finished typing my blog, but the hackers deleted what I typed. Bastards! So I have to retype the paragraphs they deleted.)
Well, let’s see if I can remember what I typed?
The women all get their phones out and point them in my direction. I start feeling the electricity from their phones right away. The men do the same, but the women seem to take more pleasure in hitting me than the men do. All the women begin to talk loudly, even though they’re sitting right next to each other. You would think that they’re sitting miles and miles from each other. They begin playing their radios, and the bus driver doesn’t say anything. And then they begin imitating everything I do. I cross my legs, they cross their legs. I touch my hair, they touch their hair. I get something out to read, they take something out to read. And worse of all, is their smirky smiles. I’d like to wipe their smile off their freaking faces.
And, of course, the bus driver is also doing his best to make my bus ride miserable. He keeps screeching his brakes, pumping them a lot, and has all the bus lights on, even though it’s a bright, sunny day in Las Vegas and there’s no need for the lights to be on.
When I was younger, I used to hear that the world would be a better place if women were in charge. I used to believe this. I don’t believe it anymore. As a target, I’ve had a lot of experience dealing with women who are perps. They are no less mean than the men, and if anything, they’re nastier. And they seem to get more pleasure being nasty. I’m way over thinking women are better creatures than men. When it comes to abusing someone, women are just as abusive as men. And the world would not be a better place if women were in charge. I think I would fear more for my life if women were in charge.
And for those who believe women are better creatures, good for you. If I were you, I’d watch my back.
Okay, bring it on!
P.S. The Deuce buses above are the ones I ride in Las Vegas.
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