So it's Mardi Gras here in New Orleans.
For those of you who have never been here, or rather, those of you never lived here for more than a year, Mardi Gras roughly means a lot of tourists come into town, block up traffic, raise the prices on alcohol, and generally turn the city into a steaming heap of horse manure that smells worse than any landfill in New Jersey.
I wish for them all to go home.
And these people who I know who came down and visited brought some 14 year olds who lied to me about their age and make me feel like a pedophile pimp. (Long story. I'll explain later.)
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So I'm at this parade, and my car is parked a block away. I walk to the car to put my coat in there, and this big ass SUV has parked in front of me. Now, I admit I parked illegally, but a $20 ticket is nothing compared to parking 6 blocks into the worst ghetto in town. So I see this SUV and the people are getting their stuff out and locking up and I notice that someone stole the parking ticket I had got. Being the somewhat congenial fellow I am, I say to them, "Ah, someone stole my fucking ticket!" They laugh, I laughed, and all was well. Five minutes later, I think, "Hm, the ticket couldn't have gotten far," so I check all the tickets on the cars around me. Lo and behold, the assholes in the SUV had taken my ticket, put it on their own car, and had had the balls to laugh along with me when I commented on someone stealing my ticket.
Let's say the rest of the parade was not very fun. (Until I bought sushi. That made me happy.)
I hate people sometimes.
For those of you who have never been here, or rather, those of you never lived here for more than a year, Mardi Gras roughly means a lot of tourists come into town, block up traffic, raise the prices on alcohol, and generally turn the city into a steaming heap of horse manure that smells worse than any landfill in New Jersey.
I wish for them all to go home.
And these people who I know who came down and visited brought some 14 year olds who lied to me about their age and make me feel like a pedophile pimp. (Long story. I'll explain later.)
--
So I'm at this parade, and my car is parked a block away. I walk to the car to put my coat in there, and this big ass SUV has parked in front of me. Now, I admit I parked illegally, but a $20 ticket is nothing compared to parking 6 blocks into the worst ghetto in town. So I see this SUV and the people are getting their stuff out and locking up and I notice that someone stole the parking ticket I had got. Being the somewhat congenial fellow I am, I say to them, "Ah, someone stole my fucking ticket!" They laugh, I laughed, and all was well. Five minutes later, I think, "Hm, the ticket couldn't have gotten far," so I check all the tickets on the cars around me. Lo and behold, the assholes in the SUV had taken my ticket, put it on their own car, and had had the balls to laugh along with me when I commented on someone stealing my ticket.
Let's say the rest of the parade was not very fun. (Until I bought sushi. That made me happy.)
I hate people sometimes.