It's happened to all of us somewhere down the line. Some crazy fuck stares at you on the bus and tells you to keep your penis to yourself; some retarded person comes into your place of employment every day looking for a swimming pool (and you work in an electronics store), or a huge dimwit jumps on your back and gets an erection, and then never leaves you alone. Not meaning to sound insensitive (or maybe I am), but who the fuck is letting these people out on their own?
I work at Radio Shack, and every weekend when I'm working, there's a white trash retard who comes into the store, asking if a swimming pool will ever be built in Kenmore. For those of you who are not familiar with Kenmore, it consists of a gas station, a grocery store, a post office, and a shit-load of restaurants. Who the fuck needs a swimming pool when Kenmore's right on the damn lake? Of course I don't want him to go to the lake, because that's where I swim, but that's beside the point. Every damn day I work, he comes into the store and looks at me upwards cross-eyed, and says "Today's a nice day isn't it?" Sometimes I agree with him, sometimes I don't. Sometime's it's great weather but I say it's not because I want the fucker to leave because he never buys anything. Then I say "Can I help you find anything? He says, "No no, just looking. Are they ever gonna build a swimming pool in Kenmore?" I always say no. NO!!! What I hate most is that he has the bubble issue. He wants to stand on your toes when he's talking to you, and you have to constantly back up and hold your arm out so he can't walk into you. And he always comes in and wants to talk to me. Great, and I feel raped because I'm at work and can't put my foot up his ass. He always leaves and will come back the next day and I have to bend over and take it up the ass, because he's special and it's his right to piss me off. God forbid I'd be unhappy with it, because that would make me an asshole right?
Then so be it. I'm an asshole. Next time a retarded person stares at me, I'm going to make a retarded face right back at them. Here's how I see it. If you can train a dog not to shit inside the house, you can train a person with half a brain not to jump on someone's back and hump you like he loves you. You'll have to ask Nick about that one! That Sherwin motherfucker jumped on his back, humped him and when he got down he had wood like the Oklahoma Panhandle. Poor Nick was scarred for life.
To wrap it all up, if your kid is special, then don't let them wander around without supervision. If someone jumps on my back and thrusts me, he's gonna get punched in the face, special or not. It's up to you to keep tabs on your damn offspring, and not let them ruin my damn day by doing something that is going to piss me off. If they display these behaviors at home, then what the hell are you doing letting them run around by themselves? The world is not a special person's gymnasium. I go to work to make a buck, and not babysit or chitchat with special people, just because you feel that I should take time out of my work or day to do it, and be nice and love it. Wrong.
