Okay, so apparently, everyone in my metro area deems themselves “essential workers”. Nobody is staying home. The morning traffic heading North into the major downtown area, the heart of the metro, where all the courts are, municipal buildings, tall non-city office buildings…all these people are still going to work. And the city construction workers, NOT the INDEPENDENT construction workers, the CITY ones are out there every day working on the highway that nobody is supposed to be on and they are NOT practicing social distancing.
Now, you may be wondering how I know all this, seeing as how I am at home, giving up my civil liberties…
I know someone who has a special permission slip from the Government allowing them to go to work because the company they work for makes what is deemed “an essential product”, a hand sanitizer. The company has permission to remain open but on a skeleton crew. They are very limited on what they are allowed to be doing right now. However, this person happens to be driving into the local office every day. Daily I ask this person various questions about what they see and hear while outside their home for work. I trust this person very much that I am getting the truth about what they see.
Also, I watch the news.
Now that we have all of that settled. SOMETHING CRAZY DID happen right in front of my house last night. I don’t know if the people across the street are hunkered down in their house just getting stoned out of their minds on whatever they can get their hands on or if they just pick the wrong people to have in their lives or if it’s a combination of many things BUT…
Last night, around 2:30am, some crazy chick is screaming outside my house in the street. She wasn’t screaming out for help or anything like that. This chick was about to have a total smackdown with someone, all yelling “oh no he didn’t, I’ll kill his ass!” and stuff like that. WHAT??? What the hell did this guy do that makes this chick think he needs to DIE???? Next thing ya know, two police cruisers and one police SUV are parked in front of my driveway. SMH. I tell ya, this isn’t the first time she’s come running out of that house yelling some crazy stuff. Last time it was her dressed in her dirtiest laundry with what looked like three-week dirty hair pulled back with a spa headband (like a workout headband) and barefoot, screaming and hollering at some little red Honda driving off, then screaming at nobody as she walked back into the house.
Being who I am I’ve done a little online research on that house. It’s amazing what you can find out about people online for free. And I can tell you, THAT is a troubled house. There’s some real off stuff going on over there…and I’m not just being like a Mrs. Kravitz over here (“Abner! Abner!”) Yeah…no. This house has a couple messed up residents. Unfortunately, the rest of the neighbors are usually asleep when all the juicy stuff like this happens and they don’t seem to have a lot of daytime activity over there across the street, so I highly doubt that the rest of the neighbors around here really know what’s going on over there. Besides, I also doubt they took any kind of time to look anything or anyone up.
Now, I don’t know how long they lock themselves up in that house on a normal basis, but I’m home all the time, all day and all night, every day, every night. And my living room window is pretty much a straight shot to their driveway. So, I would see if they leave or have company…both are a rarity. So, I don’t know if being confined to the house is getting to them or if because of the stay at home order their dealer won’t let them re-up (because, full transparency, this chick looks like crack on crack, any skinnier and paler and she’d be death warmed over, just sayin’, I’ve seen some shit in my day okay?) or if it’s the stress and panic getting to them or what…but shit definitely came to a head last night. Luckily, no one died. Personally, I don’t think us women should be allowed to make such decisions (life and death) under such high stress circumstances…such as a crazy, drugged-out rage. Just my opinion. I mean, what if all dude did was leave his dirty socks in the living room or left the cap off the toothpaste? Does a man deserve to DIE for either of those offenses? (Maybe that guy DID need a hardhat after all! Have you purchased yours?) I mean, we ARE still living in civilization amongst fairly civilized people, are we not? I’m starting to wonder myself.
Anywho, there WAS a pretty nice thunderstorm last night. Not really part of the end of days or anything, but I suppose if you wanted to twist things to fit a theory anything’s possible. I personally enjoy thunderstorms. I sleep very well during them. And things just seem cleaner and more appealing after a storm. I don’t know, it’s just refreshing and nice.
Still no zombies, well, unless the cracked-out chick across the street counts. But even then, that’s not like they’re walking down the street in droves. And I promise the stuff I heard pelting my house last night was just acorns and big fat raindrops, maybe a few little twigs from trees. Not the sky falling in little pieces. Rain does NOT count as the sky itself falling. I’m not gonna go into the science behind rain, but it’s not THE SKY.
So, sit back, relax, continue watching all the epidemic movies the cable companies have chosen to flood the programming with. (Like that’s gonna keep panic down, people are watching these movies as a video version of a how-to manual from crying out loud. It’s Hollywood people, even if they are close to getting it right, they MAKE UP the ending so, it’s not like you can count on that to be accurate anyways.)
So, all is still well here in the heartland of Crazy Town aka USA. Hopefully, the chick across the street doesn’t invite friends over for the weekend.
Thank you for reading and stay tuned!