Wifes and Daughters!!!

Apparently, you can’t trust those mouth-breathers on the west side of Madison as far as they can throw their wives. Good, good tale describing one of the ultra-drunk, most likely late 20s/early 30s high school dropouts that inhabit Madison’s suburbs:

So I find the place, and then sit there for like, oh, five more minutes while dude sifts through his one pocket for money. And then again. And when for like the fifth time the dude dug through his pocket and picked out the same keys, the same fifty-five cents, the same receipts, the same unidentified thing–possibly hardened chewed chewing gum, and the same lint . . . after all that I say:

“Dude, you have to pay me now. Do you have the money?”

Blank look. Directly into my eyes. But blank.

“Man, you have to pay me now. $7.25. Pay me,” and lo, the dude produces a credit card. I run it, he signs it with a straight fucking line. So then we argue about that for a while and then he scribbles some kind of hen scratching. Like a drunken chicken walked across some ink and then some paper. I am satisfied, or exasperated, or just done with this guy so I decide to accept the signature and let the dude go.

And then he just sits there. Staring blankly at me.

Sitting

Staring

“Dude it’s time to go.” I am annoyed.

More sitting and staring

blank look

“Man you have to go now.” Suddenly I am creeped out. He’s not moving. I can tell his lizard brain may be contemplating his next move, and I fear violence.

“Why?” And now he is hostile.

Click through the link for the complete story. It does end with a lunge…

RAJ OUT.

8 thoughts on “Wifes and Daughters!!!

  1. I HATE SBC
    Those motherfuckers are trying to charge me $200.00 to disconnect my internet service after one of their people told me I wouldn’t have to pay it. And, “TINA” the SBC superbitch HUNG UP ON ME. I wasn’t even saying anything mean to her… this is our conversation before I was hung up on:
    SUPERBITCH: We have that phone call recorded most likely and if she really did tell you that you wouldn’t be charged, then I will repremand her.
    ME: Well, then will you listen to the recorded version of this phone call and realize that you aren’t helping me out at all?
    SUPERBITCH: Click.

  2. Wow. See? First person to invent “punching-someone’s-lights-out-through-a-phone-line” wins the Nobel Prize for Fucking Ruling.

  3. Here’s a life tip: Be nice to people on the phone. Be extra superduper nice to them even if they are 1000% wrong. It is the only way to get what you need from them.

  4. I tried to be nice for quite a while. It didn’t work. On a positive note, I’ve found the “call back and talk with someone else” technique to be good, too. I’ll let you folks know what happens…

  5. My new favorite threat of violence, taken from a guy at work, is “cave your sack in”.

  6. Oh man, I want a punching-someone’s-lights-out-and-caving-their-sack-in-through-a-phone-line for Xmas. No, I can’t wait that long. I want one now. I would use it everyday.

    What was that 715 area code? You’re not afraid? You will be. You [B]will[/B] be!

  7. Bill Hall is the shit. Also this is by far one of the greatest back and forth game I’ve seen in awhile.

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