The Explicit Post (aka A Bad Morning)
For those of you who know me, I like to intersperse the occasional descriptive “adult” word in my speech. It’s true, I throw down expletives all the time! I have made a conscience effort, however, to leave the naughty words out of this blog because I want anyone to be able to read it…including Simone when she gets older. Sometimes, I imagine whole families gathering together in front of a crackling fire with their laptops all aglow with goshesrs.com…well, maybe not, but you get my point.
But now, unfortunately, I have to break my “no expletives” rule. Families, please make sure the kids are in bed before you read this post.
This morning, Sarah left for work while I finished getting Simone ready for school. Sometimes, Simone fights me a little bit with getting ready, but she was pretty good this morning. We headed out into the rain and walked down to the bus stop. There were a few people already at the bus stop, which is a good sign because then I know we didn’t just miss the bus. Buses on this route are supposed to come about every 10 minutes…20 minutes later, Simone was restless and there were a lot more people at the bus stop! Finally, the bus shows up and it’s already crowded. Everybody at the bus stop (most of whom arrived there after we did) started shoving their way in front of us…even one guy who had just got there! I protested and made comments, but everyone pretended to ignore me.
Suddenly, I realized that the bus was way too full. The doors closed and the bus drove off with me, Simone, and 1 other person left standing in the rain. Simone and I could have walked to where we change buses in the 20 minutes we waited at the bus stop, but we waited for the bus, got screwed, and then had to walk in the rain anyway! We were late for school and Simone missed the morning assembly, which she always has fun at.
So, to all you Londoners who think your lives are so important that it’s OK to shove your way in front of a 5 year old girl, who just wants to get to school on time, and leave her to walk in the rain: fuck you.
Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck. You.
January 19th, 2009 at 8:58 pm
Wow I thought the English were better mannered than that…damn accents are so deceptive!
January 20th, 2009 at 5:51 am
That was truly explitive worthy! Sorry to hear of the rough start and we are sending all our best warm and fuzzy thoughts your way!!!
January 20th, 2009 at 7:45 am
Brian, the accent lies!
January 22nd, 2009 at 12:57 am
Oh, Eric, I am so sorry you are going through this. As your Mom, I wish I could make it better. You know you can come back to Spokane any time you feel like it or are ready to. No questions asked, no penalties. We would love to have you back here. (I didn’t want you to move so far away, anyway.) I’m praying for you. I know it’s hard to keep your spirits up when you don’t have anyone there that you know or can rely on. I only pray that they will get better. I love you. Mom
January 22nd, 2009 at 6:04 am
That is a major downer. I hope thing turn around for you guys soon.
January 22nd, 2009 at 4:15 pm
Hey guys…I know you’ve heard Kyle talk and really after a little while the kids don’t even hear the expletives! (He does pride himself on being able to use “fuck” as every part of speech!) The boys do notice my less impressive swearing vocabulary…every time I say something…double standards! We too are sending our warm fuzzy thoughts your way. Maybe you could get Simone some really cute, rubber rain boots. The next time you’re waiting for the bus in the rain, she could jump in the puddles and you could pretend not to notice her splashing all the arrogant, important Londoners!