For those of you who don't know, I work at an airport.
And for those of you who don't know much about airports, they are federally regulated operations that enable people to use airplanes to fly to different locales.
And of those of you that don't know much about federally regulated airports, they are (especially after 9/11) really not at all cool with chicnaery and nonsense and horseplay.
So I work at an airport and I don't make waves. This seems logical to me. Unfortunatley, some other idiots that work at this airport think that wave-making is cool.
Enter the Douche Bros. Actual brothers who work for one of the rental car agencies (not the one I work at, thank my lucky stars) and who I shall refer to as Massengil (the older bro) and Summers Eve (the younger bro).
Summers Eve is a dullard. A needy, incompotent boob. He will do the stupidest things and tell the most unflattering of lies in an attempt to receive attention.
Massengil is an ex-con. A thief and a liar, he is one of the most self-absorbed wretches I have ever met, yet he has no sense of self. Chew on that.
Needless to say, I really don't like the bros and I wish they would die in a rusty wood chipper.
So.
Last week this happened: Massengil has a tire. I don't know whose tire it was or from whence it came but he rolled it out into the middle of a driving lane of the parking lot and rested it on the ground. I know this because I wanted to drive a car through the driving lane, but I was blocked by them and their tire.
Summers Eve, in a moment of extreme riduculousness, hit the tire with a claw hammer. Unsurprisingly, the hammer bounced off the tire and the claw gouged his forehead.
Massengil thought this was a hoot and a holler, but he was not entertained enough, I suppose, because he proceeded to light the tire on fire. In the middle of a driving lane. On federal property.
I ususally am not the narc guy. But I have had my fill of these social and intellectual retards that I told my boss so he can take it up with the feds. Who, by the way, have cameras all over the parking lot. I'm not a fan of Big Brother, but right now I'm willing to waive that opinion.
I suppose it's too much to ask that they go to prison forever. But a man can dream can't he?
Those guys give me a not-so-fresh feeling. They make me feel like pelicans are following me down the beach.
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