Zone coverage, or thank God for football season

Wow, train travel is like sometimes like being a Detroit Lion. You see the Goal and you know your job. Get to the end zone. Between you and the end zone there are hundreds of defenders. Most of them are either in very high heels or very old. There are a few pussy men, and some screaming children.

First off, you cannot harm the children. It is just not right.

Second, you should give the old ladies a pass, just because it is the right thing to do. Until this 90 year old bitch hip-checks you into the stands and grabs your ball and runs for the goal post. At least that is what it seemed like today.

I am walking toward the down escalator at the train station with no crowds, it is easy walking. Suddenly, a swarm of fucking locust descend on me and I am jostled and pushed and shoved. I look and it is a tiny little woman with the heart of Satan. Then I am pushed from the other side and it is pussy boy. I shove him to the rear so I don't have to take out grandma.

Then grandma turns around and grins and puts a pox hex from hell on me.  Fie on you, old woman.

So, as a decent human being, as Paul Stowe recently requested me to be I will promise to the following:

I will run over the slutty chicks with bad shoes first.

I will still try to not hurt the children even if they continue to spit on me.

I will only shove the old ladies after they have given me a bruise.

The Shanghai foo-foo boys are fair game.

And the next time I say knee how and the white people ignore me instead of feeling down because I think they are too "important" to have to say hey to me, I will call them an ass-hat-----and tell them to snap out of it.

Just a bit dodgy this week

I am in a funk. No reason, nothing happened, just in a funk.

Went for a walk with Big Daddy thinking anything is better than the apartment funk.

Wrong.

Bunch of asshole young men decided to block the sidewalk. I politely told them to move their asses. Then I asked BD if they were following us to beat on our asses.

Bought suspect fruit from the Chinese side of the street. We will see tomorrow. Place smelled bad but right now everything in Shanghai smells bad.

Whacko bitch asked for employment opportunities in our household and then asked for our food. As she was as well dressed and clean as we were I think it was a scam.

Cretins went out the door to the apartment building as we were going into the building and let the door slam in our faces. Although they looked Chinese, I am going to give the Chinese a break and assume they were Martians as no one can be that fucking stupid.

Good news of the day: Met a guy on the ride up the elevator and he spoke to us. He was British or Aussie, who knows they don't speak often enough for me to tell the difference, but he was decent.

Still in a funk though. Lighted all the candles and turned on all the phony candles and after dinner we will have movie night. Still do not have the latest Harry Potter or The Help so that is pissing me off.

Off to funkville for me.