Bugger or Booger Off!

In the midst of a fun week-end; Vietnamese grub (reet-reet) at Pho 99, Religulous--Bill Maher's take on all things Judeo-Christian, and watching Willie Nile at the Lafayette Tap Room, my sinuses decided to do a number on me! I had a raging headache until last night at about this time. Mucinex D is like manna from heaven--yeah it dries out my mouth and I'm constantly whizzing but at least it minimizes the thunderous earache and headache that my sinuses cause.

As I suffered through Monday, I learned that some big governmental muckety mucks lunched with some of the higher ups at work. One is a tool who's all about privatizing while the other isn't judicious about where he uses his married tool. It was amusing to learn that ringers were being sought from the staff to make the workstead's cafe look busy. Monday is their slow day. In this economy most of my peeps have cut back on lunching there--it's nice but the cost adds up. The muckety mucks lunched in what used to be "bum's row". Before they moved the furniture, it was lined up along the perimeter of the cafe. Those who could afford to eat were center stage while the homeless and the run of the mill crazies sat in what were newer chairs looking in. It was a creepy scene and almost surreal. A microcosm of the real world--those who can afford it chow down and ignore Buffalo's underbelly as they look on. It was really uncomfortable--I sort of stopped eating in the cafe because of it. Now they've been relegated to the window area way across the hall. They get a nice view and the cafe customers do, too. Nonetheless, the governmental types better wake up. Those bums could become the majority if the economy continues going the way it is.

I made it through the work day to tend to my night time duties. A book discussion event. I helped work the door. We had our usual gang of idiots mixed in with the mostly nice people that show up. Earlier in the day, my liberrian senses told me that the set up at the door was going to be a hassle. The table for donations, etc. blocks a ramp that the handicapped could use. The retired staff member who runs the event doesn't seem to give a damn. I guess he skipped out the door before the long arm of ADA compliance reached him.

I was sitting at the offending table in my misery but trying to be pleasant. I smiled and said "hello" to an older woman who moved at a steady clip while carrying a cane with four prongs. She seemed okay so I didn't say anything. A lot of disabled people don't like it when you fuss over them. They usually say something or look very troubled as they try to move. Those are my cues to jump in and help. As she walked by she said, "Think of yourself, dear." When my ear is plugged due to sinus problems, I constantly ask people to repeat themselves. So I asked and I received. I looked at her and said quite puzzled, "What makes you say that?" She proceeded to bark about the ramp being blocked. I offered to move and interrupted Mr. Retiree's conversation with Betchbag (an organization member who treats me like a 'Girl Friday'--she seems to think I'm young and stupid, I know I think she's old, obnoxious, and petty) by loudly saying, "Excuse me, that lady needs help!" She kept moving and claimed an aisle seat toward the back of the room. The reality is the ramp would've have taken her out of her way. Those two steps while possibly painful meant less walking. She was just being abusive--she's bitter about her condition and takes the arrangement as a personal affront. She complained previously but it fell on deaf ears. I was really offended by her remark as I frequently hold doors for many people and if I see a disabled person struggle, I do my best to help. The old bitch ended up dozing off during the presentation. Hmmmph!

She managed to leave without trouble and I was glad to see her go. I noticed a lady in a people cart with oxygen tubes. I was proactive and approached her about moving the table. Despite all that was wrong with her, she was very pleasant, thanked me and said that her husband would help her. Your attitude determines your latitude as Kanye would say.

I got the hell out of there as soon as possible and exchanged my Mucinex DM Maximum Strength for the Mucinex D. Of course, I had to present my license and sign off on my purchase of pseudoephedrine because in the name of narco-terrorism, I could be setting up a meth lab instead of suffering like hell with an earache/headache. The "Combat Methamphetamine Epidemic Act of 2005" was rolled into the USA Patriot and Improvement Act of 2005. Oh yeah invade my privacy that will keep me safe from the bogeyman or was that the booger man?

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Douchebags!