It's not that I don't like Christmas... but.

I understand that this is the time for caring and giving but for every nice person, there is about 50 huge assholes and take this time for Christmas to seriously. 

I was shopping for my kids in the Shopko to get them some gloves and other winter things, and found this TNMT set. There was only one and so I grabbed it. There was this woman that came back with her kid and was upset that it wasn't there. She had her kid with he started to be sad. She looked at him and said " if you went to bathroom at home, you could have had it. Now someone else has your stuff." Really? 

Going downtown is always a hassle and the parking is awful. There is a parking garage there, that has enough spaces, and even special places for compact car. You would think that you could find parking. No. Nope. Nada. The whole point is to fit cars. No, you can not Jenny Craig you F250 Super steroid pick up truck in a compact spot. If you don't want your precious brand spanking new BMW to get dented then don't put in a parking garage. One, it is a BMW, move on to a car that you can drive in the snow. Two, ASSHOLE! You don't need two spots.  For those who park your cars in the spaces with the diagonal lines. THAT IS NOT A SPOT FOR A REASON. Sorry to say that the people that own the garage don't do anything and so assholes take over everything. 

Parents! I am a parent myself but I must be the only one that goes with their kids to the malls because I don't see any with these unwashed small people. Seriously? What do you think your kids are going to do for three hours in the mall? I know that it isn't shopping. They cover the mall floor with their hilter helmet hair, their dead muppet hats, their one yard of cloth that they call a skirt and all black attire. We get it you like to wear black, we understand that today's youth is killing our hope for a future. Teenagers now speak in a language that would make hustler look like mother goose. Calling all parents, get back to your kids.

Then there is the over joyed, super happy, God bless you people.... you know who you are. I don't hate you but you make my ass twitch. I get it. You like Christmas. I do to, when it is actually Christmas. You guys left at 8 pm Thanksgiving day to get the good deals, you love smell of war paint on black Friday morning, and you sacrifice a small elf on the shelf to the red God Satan.... I mean Santa. 

Happy Holidays.