Fuck The Police!!!

Yes...fuck the police it is!!! NWA could not have said it any better during the late 80s my friends. As I was driving back from Mike's apartment after his birthday, a cop car was hiding off to the side as I drove past. The cop lurked around and followed me for about 20 minutes until I lost him. The thing I don't understand is that I didn't do anything to break the law. Let's see here...



Hmm...I guess that is where the problem is you see. That's perfectly understandable...I'm non-white, so that gives him every reason for me to be suspicious. For all he knows I could be out late night on a possible drug deal. I should have known!

...Asshole!

Touched By An Angel.

Umm...No, this post is not about those lame fuckin' Christian T.V. series. This is about another painful shift at work picking orders. I was bearly making it through the day...And I really didn't think I could continue. Then there I see Greg, our supervisor, suspiciously walking up to me and he says, "I'm here to give your back a rest!". I didn't know if he was serious...I was like ummm huh? I thought maybe I heard him incorrectly so I decided to pull out my ear plugs...So he says it again but this time with a much calmer gentle tone. I ask how and he says "You just drive the pallet jack and I'll pick." I swear those words were the answers to my fuckin' prayers! It was great having your boss do the work for you but it still didn't make too much sense to me. Possibly an angel or a near coincidence that my supervisor may have felt bad for me. That would be very difficult to believe knowing exactly where I work.