How Cleo almost killed the Christmas spirit!!

Another vaguely mentioned story in my 2014 Year of The Cunt post, was the one about the Senior lady with a hand full of items, who was behind me in my line at a checkout.

I'd been standing at the checkout for a while.  It was probably six days prior to Christmas Day, and the grocery store wasn't ridiculously busy, but it was steady.

Actually, this is a story of two women because I'd just started to unpack my fairly full cart, when a busy body looking woman, all short and glasses, almost knocked me sideways in her urgency to get through the line.  "I'm just waiting for someone" she informs me.  I look up as I continue to unpack... "and my friend will be a while, but that line is shorter", she indicated to the next line, where there were two people already lined up behind the person being served. "Why don't you go there and I'll just take your spot?"  Really fucktard? I know that I may not always be the sharpest tool in the box, but really?  "I'm good,"  I assured her, as she bumbled off muttering under her breath.

Not even a minuted had lapsed, and up came lady number two.  She stood quietly behind me, but as I glanced at her, I noticed she had only five or so things in her hands.  "You should go first," I said.

Obviously, she moved by me at the speed of light!

I felt all warm and tingly.... for a whole half a minute.  Then I look up again, and there it is;  a mini meltdown is being had by the lady I just let through.  The checkout lady, who serves me frequently, looked up apologetically, and then turned back to the wrath of the snarky senior.  "How could this be happening?," I asked myself, "I just let this lady go before me, and here she is holding me, and now the couple behind me up!"  I start polite banter with the couple behind.  We are all slightly disgruntled, but become more and more amused, as we realized that this woman is arguing the price of a bag of chipits!  Yes, she is disputing approximately two dollars, on one bag of chocolate chips.  Now I could understand this, if she appeared homeless, or less affluent.  But this particularly tight bitch is dripping in gold and fur, and iis wearing more make-up than the corpse of Cleopatra.
I heard the checkout lady ask her again and again, "what aisle were they in?"  as the reply came "they were over there," as Cleo waves her hand randomly in the direction of, well the entire store!
This continued for a good five minutes, back and forth, and eventually the poor employee headed off in the direction of the bakery aisle.
She came back quite quickly, and did actually reduce the price, but all in vain.  Now Cleo wanted the bag for free.  She was checked out, and in a flurry and a hurry, headed off to Customer Service where she was going "to demand I get them for free because of all the inconvenience."
What a shame that had to happen, because I will never let someone cut in again.  I don't care if they have one item with the price tag set in stone, in three feet high numbers!  I was here first, and you can wait in line, just like I did!

This has to be one reason why the youth of today do not respect their elders.  Because the elders are disrespectful assholes.
How do you teach something that is long forgotten, and never practised?
That woman glanced at me once during the whole fiasco, and gave me a pained smirk.  But she knew precisely what she was going to do, and whether in front or behind me, would have been every bit as frightful, annoying, rude and goddamn disrespectful.

2014 sure was The year of The Cunt!

Happy New Year!

Headbangerwoman  KG Jan 10 2015
  

Faking It

Do fake accents bother you?  

This was the question posed by Lochlin Cross, drive-time announcer on 100.3 The Bear yesterday, for his locker room discussion.  
As Cross and I had been discussing this back and forth on Twitter and Facebook prior to the FB posed question, in good humour I might add, because the fake Irish and Scottish accents had been driving me crazy, advertising on the radio all day.  I was mildly amused when another Bear listener posted that she liked to do a "British or Cockney accent." 

I then posted

"LMAO. 

Britain is a collection of Countries. Wales, Scotland, Ireland, Northern Ireland, and England. 

Britain as a whole has no accent. 

Cockney is a regional dialect from a part of London, specifically. 

Like Cornish, Geordie or Glaswegian. (Google them)

Each County has several dialects. A county is a region in England. There are many. 

Also, it's Paddy. Not Patty. Patty is a slab of beef on a bun. Or a bap, depending on 

your region!

Paddy is an Irish fella."

My cell phone was on the fritz and the Northern part of Northern Ireland disappeared!  But to the poster who chose to point out that Ireland (The Republic of and Northern, were in fact a seperate island than the rest of Britain and Southern Ireland is not a part of it) thanks, my Dad was from Ireland and I did well in Geography class at school...in England! 

I personally don't think that there is anything particularly offensive about my post.  OK, I laughed at the beginning, but as I already explained, I was having an amusing back and forth with the host prior. Also, I had to make it fairly simple as I'm quite sure no-one gets it unless they actually live there! 

Just how simple is up for discussion.  I'm not sure the hurlers of muck, shit and compost were quite ready for their lesson! 

However ready, poster Roxy FluffyBomb and her posse of abusive girlfriends seemed to think it was OK, to come at me.  So, now I'm an asshat and three people agree.  What the fuck is an asshat anyway? When have you ever seen a person with a hat actually on their ass?  Do you know what an actually prick you sound, when you try to insult someone with a non expletive? 
Then I'm a bitch.  On top of which, I'm a whiny crybaby.  Well I've never been called a bitch before.  Really, that is the best you can muster?  The University of Alberta must be so proud of you Jo Ziggy! By the way, less people agree that I'm a bitch. You might want to call them out on it!

Now as a person who writes as a hobby, I decided to look into the people that were hurling abuse.  You cannot imagine what I found?

A beautiful native lady, with a great talent for art, and a student (or employee) at the University of Alberta.  Someone with a fairly high degree of education!

WOW. I was taken aback.  Make your own judgements there.  I have no words.

However, I am going to say is this;  Firstly, I have never seen people, trolls or otherwise, jump on a person so quickly for merely pointing out some facts that they were unaware of.  By the way, giving them an option to correct the fact that they they can speak British or Cockney and therefore  making themselves look less like a total twat. 

Was it Forrest Gump that said "A twat is as a twat does"?  No, my bad, that was me, just now.

Secondly where is the respect people?  Just where?  Surely live debate in it's purest form is a way to learn and indeed educate those around you. If the first thing you say to someone is "You are an asshat", it bodes not well for the rest of your day, or life.

I named you in this article because you are two of the most disrespectful and ignorant people I ever had the displeasure of coming across.  There have been a few more.  
As I pointed out at the time of the discussion, my daughter is a friend of mine on Facebook.  How am I supposed to teach her respect when disrespecting dick heads like you two are on the internet being abusive to people you don't know, have never met, and would likely learn a lot from if you were to ever meet?  I'm guessing that both of you think online bullying is OK and I should give free reign to my daughter, to just randomly be abusive to people online, because they said something she didn't like, or agree with?

I'm not playing victim here.  I'm older and wiser than that.  I take the high road, while you two pathetic excuses for human beings wallow in the shit you dug up for yourselves.  I only hope that you are savvy enough, (yet I highly doubt that) to realize that your disgusting behaviour is out there for all to see and it comes back and bites you hard on the arse.
 That's a British word.  

If, like some posters to the discussion thread later on, you had pointed out that you felt I was wrong, or even arrogant, I would have probably apologized.  I'm decent like that.  

But that train has left the station and is on the return journey. 

Shut your North and South, you don't have to have a Bull and Cow about trivial shit, so stick it up your Khyber Pass!



This angry blog was written especially for my friend Rudi, who has a South African accent, but not an African accent on the whole.  He may have a touch of an Australian accent in there too!

I wrote this in a mix of a Lincolnshire accent, which is a region/County of England and has many dialects and Albertan, Canadian, EH!

KG 11 March 2014