Thursday, August 13, 2009

"I always feel like somebody's watching me"

That Michael Jackson song has always resonated with me!  I think about big brother all of the time, because I know that I am constantly being scrutinized...............Now, for the ironic twist:

Today, when I approached the broken traffic light at route 30 at the wal mart, i came upon 4 "traffic directors." These traffic "directors" are a huge problem. Route 30 and the bypass have been undergoing major construction, and they have these morons with no more than a kindergarten education supposedly directing traffic.

I was the first at the light, and I needed to make a right on 30 going south. I would wait 10 minutes. But what happened in that 10 minutes will take your breath away.

There were 2 workers at my "post" and 2 workers just north at another post fairly far away. There is an ongoing screaming dialogue between the four employees. 2 are threatening the other 2 with firing them! At the same time worker 1 is juggling his orange juice bottle with his "directing" hand. Worker 2 throws worker one an ice tea which he catches with his "directing hand" meanwhile, worker 2 yells the following at a driver:

GO GO GO GO GO COMON GRAMMA HURRY IT UP


worker 1 is sexually humping the portable stop sign that he is holding...................................he begins singing!:

"I always feel like somebody's watching me" (by michael jackson) none of these 4 workers are paying any attention to the traffic at all, this is just all fun and games for them.

Well, my windows were down when i heard worker 1 sing that song.

I yelled out the window at him "OH, I CAN ASSURE YOU THEY ARE"

What did you say , he asked?

"I can assure you, someone IS watching you!"

When I got home I made a # of phone calls until I found the right place to file my complaint with. You should have heard that worker's response when I told her the worker was fucking the stop sign.....................................

Now this my friends, was just one eensy weensy part of a day filled with everybit as much drama, as most days are..................................................

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