Lady_Elaine

Castle Lord

Castle Member

Forest Queen

Mariner's Shield
Posts:
6301
Joined:
May 20, 2006
Status:
Offline
Zodiac:
Chinese:
Posted Mon Jun 16, 2008 8:49 pm...
Can you believe the nerve of some people?
Posted by Sister Mabel Gargula on April 15, 2008
http://www.landoverbaptist.org/
I had to run to the grocery store earlier for some cat food. I’ve been so busy that I haven’t had time to make their food at home. Plus, since Rufie and I are no longer together, I don’t have anyone to catch the rabbits for me. Sure, I could do it myself, but I just hate to hurt little fuzzy bunnies. The pet boutique where I usually shop was closed, and I was all out of cat food, so I had to go to the grocery store. In a pinch, Sheba or Fancy Feast will do, but I do hate to make them suffer with such sub-par food.
Anyway, I just had to run in for a few dozen cans to get me through the next day or two. I still have the handicapped parking tag in my car that I use to go shopping (the ‘04 Mercedes SL500) from when I used to take my elderly neighbor lady shopping - before the Good Lord called her home. I was only going to be in the store for a minute, so obviously I parked in one of the handicapped parking spots.
You know how it is once you get into the store - there’s always a few other things you remember you need. Anyways, I was coming back out to my car with the carry out boys pushing those little cart things, when this woman starts screaming at me - saying that I’m going to hell, that I’m a b*tch, that I’m selfish….all sorts of horrible lies! I almost wanted to cry. She was going on about how she allegedly has a son in a wheelchair and she couldn’t park in the handicapped spot because I was parked there.
First of all, I’m obviously not going to hell. I have plenty of bumper stickers on that Mercedes (it is an older car, after all) showing my love for the Lord:
“I LOVE JESUS AND HE LOVES ME”
“JESUS LOVES ME MORE THAN YOU”
“READY FOR THE RAPTURE”
“GLORY, WHOLE OF HIS LOVE” (Brother Yancy had that one special made for me)
A little symbol of the Jesus fish eating the Darwin fish
“REAL MEN LOVE JESUS”
“GOD DOESN’T BELIEVE IN ATHEISTS”
“GOD BLESS AMERICA”
“I (heart) MY CATS” (Okay, that one doesn’t show my love for Jesus Christ, but it does prove that I like animals, and am therefore a nice person)
And, Number B, I didn’t see any handicapped kid! She claimed that she had to leave him in her car with his older sister (I really did think about calling child services, in case that was true), but I think she was lying. She looked like a liar. (And she dressed really awful, too!)
I don’t know if it’s because I was so obviously upset or because the Good Lord blessed me with such amazing physical beauty, but the carry out boys jumped right to my defense! They yelled right back at her and told her to shut up and quit harassing me. I got both of those boys’ telephone numbers, and I plan on hiring them to do a few things for me around the house. Such nice strapping, young men! It’s rare to find young men with such manners nowadays.
I suppose that all’s well that ends well, but I’m not sure that I’m going to be frequenting that store again. I hate being exposed to riff-raff.
Posted by Sister Mabel Gargula on April 15, 2008
http://www.landoverbaptist.org/
I had to run to the grocery store earlier for some cat food. I’ve been so busy that I haven’t had time to make their food at home. Plus, since Rufie and I are no longer together, I don’t have anyone to catch the rabbits for me. Sure, I could do it myself, but I just hate to hurt little fuzzy bunnies. The pet boutique where I usually shop was closed, and I was all out of cat food, so I had to go to the grocery store. In a pinch, Sheba or Fancy Feast will do, but I do hate to make them suffer with such sub-par food.
Anyway, I just had to run in for a few dozen cans to get me through the next day or two. I still have the handicapped parking tag in my car that I use to go shopping (the ‘04 Mercedes SL500) from when I used to take my elderly neighbor lady shopping - before the Good Lord called her home. I was only going to be in the store for a minute, so obviously I parked in one of the handicapped parking spots.
You know how it is once you get into the store - there’s always a few other things you remember you need. Anyways, I was coming back out to my car with the carry out boys pushing those little cart things, when this woman starts screaming at me - saying that I’m going to hell, that I’m a b*tch, that I’m selfish….all sorts of horrible lies! I almost wanted to cry. She was going on about how she allegedly has a son in a wheelchair and she couldn’t park in the handicapped spot because I was parked there.
First of all, I’m obviously not going to hell. I have plenty of bumper stickers on that Mercedes (it is an older car, after all) showing my love for the Lord:
“I LOVE JESUS AND HE LOVES ME”
“JESUS LOVES ME MORE THAN YOU”
“READY FOR THE RAPTURE”
“GLORY, WHOLE OF HIS LOVE” (Brother Yancy had that one special made for me)
A little symbol of the Jesus fish eating the Darwin fish
“REAL MEN LOVE JESUS”
“GOD DOESN’T BELIEVE IN ATHEISTS”
“GOD BLESS AMERICA”
“I (heart) MY CATS” (Okay, that one doesn’t show my love for Jesus Christ, but it does prove that I like animals, and am therefore a nice person)
And, Number B, I didn’t see any handicapped kid! She claimed that she had to leave him in her car with his older sister (I really did think about calling child services, in case that was true), but I think she was lying. She looked like a liar. (And she dressed really awful, too!)
I don’t know if it’s because I was so obviously upset or because the Good Lord blessed me with such amazing physical beauty, but the carry out boys jumped right to my defense! They yelled right back at her and told her to shut up and quit harassing me. I got both of those boys’ telephone numbers, and I plan on hiring them to do a few things for me around the house. Such nice strapping, young men! It’s rare to find young men with such manners nowadays.
I suppose that all’s well that ends well, but I’m not sure that I’m going to be frequenting that store again. I hate being exposed to riff-raff.
If you cant explain it simply, you dont understand it well enough.-- Albert Einstein
Blessings Bright and Dark,














