A Spat With A Feminist

Had an incident at work yesterday.

During the summer, this new chick got hired on at the restaurant I work at. Average looking girl, but a total bitch. Her name is Rebecca.

Almost immediately after starting,  she started giving us instructions on how to act around her. Turns out, she one of these feminazi types. She tells us us how we have to be sensitive around her because she was sexually assaulted one time, how we need to stop using "gender specific pronouns" when talking to or about her. Blah blah blah.

I didn't much care, since I wouldn't be dealing with her too much, since I worked in the kitchen and she was a waitress.

So, yesterday, I was in the break room talking to my coworker about Grand Theft Auto V and the updated editions they'll be releasing next month. We got to talking about our favorite parts, and I mentioned the part where when you switch over to Trevor, you may find him waking up next to Floyd, apparently having raped him during the night.

During the conversation, Rebecca had arrived for her shift and was putting her coat on the rack. So, she heard everything I said. This made her upset.

She said, "You need to warn me when you are talking about something that might upset me. And rape is one of things."

I said, "Well, I wasn't talking to you. So, TFB."

She said, "You need to give me a Trigger Warning when you're talking about that stuff, whether it's to me or not. Just overhearing it is enough to set me off."

She walked out of the break room and started her shift.

What she had said to me really stuck in my craw.  I only had 2 hours left on my shift and I though I should just let it go, but it ticked me off the more I thought about it.


About an half an hour after the confrontation, she comes back into the kitchen to tell me she needed an order remade.

I said, "Yes, mam!"

She gave me an angry look and I smiled, knowing I ticked her off. A few minutes later, she came back.

She said, "I've told you, do not use gender specific terms with me. I am not here as a female, I am here as your coworker."

I responded with this: "When you get home tonight and get on Tumblr, I want you to tell all of your Social Justice Warrior friends that today was a historic day. Because today marks the first time in the history of mankind that a woman was told. 'Get out of the kitchen.'"

She stormed out of the kitchen and went to the manager's office. She was in their for a few minutes.

Right before my shift was over, the manager called me in. He gave me a written warning over my conduct. Now i was the angry one.

I got in my car and went home. But I was not going to let it slide.

Before the restaurant closed, I bought a Halloween mask at a drug store and drove to the parking lot next to the restaurant.

I got out and hid behind the dumpsters that are located near the employee parking area.

I put on the mask and waited.

Like usual,  she was the first one of the night crew to leave.

I waited ti she got to her car and I jumped out and yelled "TRIGGER WARNING!" And then ran at her.

She screamed and jumped into her car and sped off like a bat out of hell.

I didn't stop laughing until an hour after I got home.

Lucky David

The Holocaust Survivor.

Here's a fact: I live in a boring ass town. There is nothing to do here except bowl and rollerskate. It's so dull, that the only time something exciting happens is when a quasi-celebrity happens to drop by.

Like Gallagher's brother. Or Pauly Shore.

Well, last month, we had a new visitor in town. A holocaust survivor. She was 10 years old when she was taken to Auschwitz. One of the stops on some book tour she was going through happened to be the Ivy Tech that's here in town. She planned on giving a lecture and doing a book signing

I'm not going to lie, I'm somewhat of a World War 2 fan. Some fascinating stuff went down during that little skirmish. I love getting a chance to hear about it from someone who actually lived through it.

However, seating for the lecture was limited

And it just so happened, I have a friend that goes to Ivy Tech. He promised he could get me in.



Now, the lecture itself was actually boring, but one thing she said stood out to me. She said "she had forgiven the Nazis."

When she said that, I kinda droned her out and harped on it. Had I been a Jew in a concentration camp and seen those Germans kill my family and friends, you bet your Jesus picking ass I would have held a grudge the rest of my life. Hell, the way I see it, people who forgive are people who are too pussy to get revenge.

It just didn't sit well with me. The fact that she let go of her anger. I had to do something to make her remember.

So, it came time for the book singing. I finally got up to her and set her book down in front of her.

I said, "I'd love to have your autograph."

She said sure and began to to wrote her name.

I stopped her.

I said, "No, I don't want your name."  I then pointed at her left forearm.

"I want your number."

It took 2 security guards to remove me, but before they did, I could see the hatred swell in her eyes.

Mission Accomplished.

Just to show off.

Son's First Day of School

Ever since my son, Jason, first started walking, he's been attached to his mother's hip. Everytime she had to go to work, he would cryh his head off.

He's now six years old, and his dependence on his mother is still there.

This concerns me a great deal. I have to think this is early signs of homosexuality. Not that I have a problem with the gays, but I don't want any child of mine to have a tough life.

Now, my son is getting ready to go off to school for the first time. We told him everything abut school, that he would be there for a few hours with other kids, learning about fun things like we have already taught him. We told him every kid goes to school. But, Jason kept insisting that his mother had to go with him. We were finally able to get him to realize that he had to go alone. It took a few days, but he accepted it, however, he still wanted "momma" to take him to the bus stop.

My wife is a good woman, but she has almost been encourging this unhealthy obsession my son has. She loves the attention he gives her. She told me it made her feel more important. It made me sick.

I finally had to put my foot down. The night before my son's first day of school, I told my wife that she was not going to step one foot out of the bedroom. I told her I would take care of everything.

The next morning, I got my son up, made his some breakfast, and got his clothes out

The whole time, he kept asking where his momma was at. I avoided the question.

We walked to the bus stop. Of course, for the entire 4 blocks, he kept crying about his mother. At one point, he actually stopped and refused to go any further until his mom came. I ended up dragging him.

We got to the stop, and he just stood there, crying, saying "I want mom".

Five antagonizing minutes later, the bus arrived. Now, he was screaming.

"I want Mommy to put me on the bus!"

I grabbed him by the shoulders, gave him a little shook and said, "Listen here, your mother died in her sleep last night".

Since he fell into a catatonic state, it was easier for me to get him on the bus.

Guys Flirting With My Girlfriend

Guys know there's one thing we don't do..flirt with each other's girlfriends. Especially right in front the guy.

This happened to me the other day. A guy was flirting with my girlfriend, right in front of me.

I've been dating a co-worker, a very beautiful girl named Jessica, since March. We both work at Hardees. She works drive-thru and I the kitchen.

We both had Wednesday off, so we decided to do some shopping together.

We stopped at Big Lots, and got some junk.

We got in line to checkout, then it happens.

The cashier, some jerk face named Anthony, takes a good look at Jessica, and begins to talk to her.

Anthony: Hey, you're the girl from Hardees.

Jessica: Yep, that's me.

Anthony: You are nicest person they have working in the drive-thru. I'm so glad when it's you that takes my order.

Jessica: Aww. Thank you.

Anthony: How long have you been working there?

Jessica: Since February.

Anthony: Nice.Tell them they should have you working every night.

Jessica: (Laughs) I think I'd go insane if they did that.

The d-o-u-c-h-e bag laughs and finishes ringing our stuff up.

I pay, let me say that again, I pay for it.

Anthony gives me a short glance, and looks back at Jessica.

Anthony: Well, I hope you're there the next time, I go through.

Jessica: I probably will be. I work tomorrow night.

Anthony: Cool, I might grab some supper there then. Nice talking to you.

Jessica: See ya.

As we walked to my Jeep, I kept repeating what just had happened in my head.

The more I kept going over it, the more ticked off I became.

Besides the flirting, there was the fact that at no point was I acknowledged. No, "By the way, this is my boyfriend, he works there too."

We get in my jeep, and she looks at me and says, "He was a nice guy, wasn't he?"

Now, she was rubbing it in my face. I knew, right then and there, the relationship was over.

We got back to my place, and I actually made the night romantic. A nice dinner, her favorite movie by candlelight, passionate lovemaking.

And at the end of that, she had the audacity to say she loved me. I lied and said I loved her too, and we cuddled till we fell asleep.

Tonight at work, I got my revenge.


The whole day, my mind just kept going back to what happened at Big Lots. And Anthony's voice was stuck in my head. That girlish sounding voice, that lisp, if he hadn't been flirting with my girlfriend, I would've sworn he was gay.

Now, we got speakers back in the kitchen that allow us to hear customers ordering in the drive-thru.

So, I was listening for him.

Then I heard him. He actually asked if he was talking to Jessica. He squealed out, "Hi Jessica!" when she said it was her.

He ordered a sandwich and I went to work. I ran into the walk-in cooler and stuck my hands down my pants. Now, I hadn't washed down there since I had sex last night. So there had been all sorts of things cooking there.

I removed my hands and went to make his sandwich, making sure I touched everything. Then, I dropped the hamburger patty in the trash, took it out, and out it on his sandwich.

After I wrapped it. I grabbed a note form my pocket. I had wrote the note earlier. It read, "Hey Anthony! You should give me a call some time, here's my number. XOXO Jessica." I included the number at Jessica's apartment.

I put the sandwhich and the note in a bag and told Jessica the order was up. She came over, grabbed it, and handed it out to Anthony. They shared another laugh and he left.

At the end of our shift, I told Jessica we should go back to her place.

We did, and low and behold, there was a message on her machine.

I went and played it.

The message was: "Hey Jessica, it's me Anthony. I got your note! If you want to hang out some time, I'm up for it, give me a call back!"

Since my back was to her, I didn't hide my smile, but I quickly replaced it with a scowl.

I turned around to face her.

Me: So, you're giving your number out to other guys now?

Her: I swear, I didn't give him my number!

Me: That's funny, cause he's got it. And he said he got it from a note you gave him.

Her: I didn't give him any note! I love you, I wouldn't do that.

Now, at this point, I wanted to bust out laughing, but I had to keep the ruse going. Had to make her feel miserable.

Me: No, you were flirting with him yesterday and today. I can't trust you. I'm going to get my stuff and get out of here. This is over. You treacherous whore!

She began to cry. A real river of tears. I grabbed some of my stuff, and before I went out the door, I said "I hope he makes you happy."

I slammed the door, as I left, I could have sworn she said, "But he's gay", but it didn't matter. I got my revenge.

Babysitting the Niece

Earlier this week, a poor young girl of 4 was kidnapped out of her home, tortured, and raped. The poor thing survived, but they still haven't found the guy who did it. A man had spotted her sitting at the corner of Linden Ave underneath a street lamp at 4:00 in the morning.



Hearing about this made me glad I don't have kids. I don't know how I would react if something like that happened to my own child.



I do have my share of experiences with kids. My younger sister had a kid when she was 16. She had a daughter named Kristen. Kristen is now 7 years old and a bit of a handful.



The father ran out as soon as he heard my sis was pregnant, the bastard was 23 years old, so I have helped my sister out a lot when it comes to raising Kristen.



It's my weekend off from work, and my sister had been wanting to spend a weekend away with her new boyfriend. I agreed to watch Kristen.



Now, I had decided I was going to devote this weekend to watching some episodes of Lost, getting ready for the series finale on the 23rd. I told Kristen this was very importnant to me, so I let her play my computer.



I had put the parental locks in place and showed her how to watch her cartoons on the tv. I also showed her some games she could play. There was no reason for her to get bored.



A couple hours in, she comes out to my tv room and says, "Uncle Richie, I'm bored".



I said, "Kristy, there is plenty for you to do on the computer."



She said, " I don't like watching cartoons on the small screen, I want to watch them on the big TV."



I said, "Vut your Uncle Richie is watching Lost on the big TV."



That's when Kristen said something I could only imagine she learned from her whore of a mother.



She said, "Lost is stupid."



I stopped my show, got up and made her get her shoes on.



She asked why.



I said, "We are going for a ride."



We get in my Jeep and I drive to Linden Ave.



I asked her, "Do you know about that little girl that got hurt this week?"



She said, "Yes, my mommy was talking about her. She said a bad man hurt her. She said I had to be careful."



I asked, "Do you know what the bad man did to her?"



She sad, "He hurt her girl parts."



I asked, "Do you know where we are?"



She said no.



I said, "This is where the bad man hurt her."



I said, "That's right. So, Kristy, if you ever interrupt my show again and call it stupid again. I will drive you out here in the middle of the night, and leave the bad man to find you."



She'll never call Lost stupid again.