The Fourth Revisited

In an effort to actually do SOMETHING that felt like celebrating the Fourth of July, I decided (against the admonitions of almost everyone in town that I know) to venture out to Fair St. Louis, for some quality fireworks. This is not something I have had the opportunity to do (nor will I do again, at least not in the same way) since moving to St. Lou, and I figured I should go at least once.

I'll cut to the chase. NO interest in seeing the Oak Ridge Boys, so I skipped that and headed to the east side of the Mississippi for what I call some "chicken shit gambling". I won $3.25 on the quarter slots before chickening out and cashing in while I was ahead, and lost $2.00 at the roulette wheel. It was then that the fireworks started and I made my exit.

After the fireworks (most of which I missed due to the gawd-awful distance one must walk to get from the casino to the front door), I re-boarded the Metrolink (part of my brilliant plan, you see, getting on at the East side of the river insures a seat). At Laclede's Landing Station, the idiots boarded.

The idiots took the form of several YOUNG girls (probably in the 13-16 year old range, and that may be generous) who were obviously unaccompanied by parents. These young idiots were loud, rude, and above all FOUL mouthed. As Bill Cosby would have put it, the conversation went mostly thus: Filth and foul and foulfoul filth. Muthafilth and foul and foulfilth foul.

Most of the bitching (and TRUST ME ON THIS, it was 99% bitching) was about the crowded conditions on the train. These girls refused to move two feet back into the aisle, where there WAS room (if you don't count all the sub-idiots who were sitting on other peoples laps with their feet in the aisle, that is), verbally abused the poor souls who tried to board the train at later stops (although there was some small idiocy in that act as well) and just generally made everyone on the train uncomfortable and highly annoyed.

Unfortunately for me, I was right next to these harridans-in-training. Also unfortunately, I am a pacifist. These girls could have used a severe dressing down, but my poor, overtaxed brain just couldn't muster. They finally got off at a station about half-way down the line.

The point of this post? My own little bit of bitching, I suppose. But with much less filth and foul and foulfoul filth.

Tamela