crazies

i'm glad i came to this city, it seems to make you stronger with dealing with freaks and crazies. i was at the Metro (the grocery store) and was waiting in line to buy my crap and some homeless old bastard just steps in front of me with a shopping basket full of cheap wine. this guy wreaks of booze too. i just stared right at him in disbelief for a minute or so but he didn't seem to notice much. infact, he looked like he didn't know his ass from his elbow..pretty smashed. i'm pretty pissed and initiate by tapping him on the shoulder and ask 'hey, do you speak english?' he responds by muttering some french nonsense and so i say 'tu parle anglais?' he just muttered some more crap and i realized that there is no point in communicating with this man...i wanted to kill him. but, luckily for him, i spared his life and he payed for his booze and left.

as i pulled up to the cash after unloading all my junk from the cart to the conveyer belt, i look back to find some psycho lady trying to pull the same shit behind me! unlike me, the guy behind me knew perfect french so he could tell this bitch off...morale of the story, i need to learn french. and it seems that i have good anger management...crazies.