Helped out today at this charity event thingy in Centralia to paint houses for people who are too poor (or maybe just don’t have the physical stamina) to paint their houses.
Our assigned house was in Rochester, so we drove up there in a fleet of vehicles to a rather… old… neighborhood. Because we were in so many cars there simply wasn’t enough parking space in front of that house’s lawn, so we all parked elsewhere along the road in front of the neighbors’ lawns. Then this 40-something woman came out and complained “YA’LL CANT ALL PARK IN FRONT OF MY LAAAWWWN!” (complete with Southernese…) Redneck. White trash. Blondy-headed ho. Skank. Douche. Cheebye. BIATCH. Just jealous of our middle-class modes of transportation. Willing to bet she thinks she’s Christian and goes to church occasionally. Probably lives on food stamps. Which are paid for by middle-class people’s taxes. We’ll probably end up paying for her Social Security 30 years later. Ungrateful scum. That’s why we need to abolish welfare, so we don’t feed people who don’t create wealth. The world would be a better place. Moving on.
The house was brown and the fence was brown and the trim was brown. To be honest it wasn’t as run-down as I imagined it would be. The owners wanted the house brown (they like their houses brown it seems) and the fence and trim white. First we painted the fence and then, while we were painting the back of the house this really annoying (and fat) girl REALLY REALLY wanted to use a roller, so we let her. After 2 minutes she was bitching and moaning and complaining about how hard it is and how she shouldn’t have volunteered to use the roller. I asked her to give it to me if she was too tired, but she so obnoxiously guarded onto it, not giving it to anybody and not using it to paint the house either. Really wanted to slap that little biatch. But then I’d get slapped with a trillion-dollar lawsuit and be reamed in the rear forever. Decided it wasn’t worth it. Almost, but not quite over the threshold yet…
Took a break, painted more stuff, had lunch, then painted, had break, painted. Then I left at 2:00 PM. End of story.
Bitches.
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