I was bag shopping at the mall yesterday, and the song “The Way” by Fastball came on the radio. It’s one of those songs that I feel has been ingrained into my consciousness purely from radio play in places of commerce. Something about the chorus stuck out to my ears, and I took the liberty to look the song up only to learn that it was inspired by a news blurb about an aging couple who took off in their car only to be found dead at the bottom of a ravine weeks later. Anyone in the mall could’ve done the same as me with the ease of their phones, but they didn’t. It was just pure white noise to the rest of them. Nothing was offbeat or sinister; life was happening as usual.
Just a regular day at the dying Boscovs anchor whose facade hasn’t been updated since 1989.
Nah, I'm mad. I was at the discounter just now and there was a woman with her daughter. The first thing I've heard was the daughter saying "But I don't want to be the whole day with you, can't I be with my dad" with the mother responding "Now you could be with dad some time in the week" - "Like three days a week?"
I'm not proud to have listened in like this, but it was just an obvious brow riser. Minutes later me and the both of them are standing waiting on the counter and every single word this "mother" speaks is loud asf and the girl was just talking in this silent perfectly volume voice. This woman was buying 2 things exactly a 4 shots worth of liquor and a .5 lemonade, silent yelling at her daughter the entire way through at every slight thing she did.
I mean, I almost can. But my daughter has such intense sensory issues she won't let me comb them out, or use heat with the blow-dryer to kill them.
I've now done this seventeen thousand times. The endless laundry. Picking through their hair. Combing, disinfecting, changing sheets, switching out stuff animals.
I want to cry. In fact, I am crying at the playground while my daughter runs around collecting ever more lice and occasionally coming over to kiss my cheek. Maybe to share her lice.
hey everyone on the internet: can we actually just all agree it is NOT OK to film people having a psychotic break and then post it online and mock that person? Can we just - not do this?
Cataloguing an Altercation Involving a Security Guard, an Angry Man, Some Shop Staff, and a White Pitbull
Went over to the shop
Ran out of bin bags, cheap ones are shite
Found them on the end of the aisle
Shop folk had moved them, not told me
Some bloke is screaming to Bossman about his dog
Boss doesn't want them shopping here
Dog's feet leave the ground, mounts blokes shoulder
Pitbull looks like a clueless, smelly baby; causing issues
I want to pay but the argument is gripping
The angry boys swear, dog looks guilty
Doubt he gives a shit really
Queue for the self-checkout
Paid for the liners and some gum
£4.85, Christ
The three are still at it when I go
Dogman smells of Lenor
do you ever get so incredibly angry that you cease to be a functioning human being and are instead replaced with an enraged chimp piloting a human body.