Musings ( read: bitching ) of This, That and Other Things

I will be honest with you. It's a rare day to find me wandering into MacDonald's to eat. It's a waste of food and money really. For starters I always throw away top of the grilled chicken bun. The part that holds the mayo with shredded bits of lettuce. Gone. I can't eat all those yummy fries either, the salt burns the inside of my mouth. (The salt shaker is a lonely thing in my house.) I know. . . high end whiner, right? Well no BUT the times I do venture in I make sure I enjoy each and every bite. 

But after last weekend it'll be a loooong while before I go back, before my stomach lets me go back.
We decided to go into the Rocky Mountains for a quick over nighter. ( read: running away from home for a sanity break ) We stopped in to Mickey D's for a fast lunch on the go but there's no seating. It's a) lunch hour (at freakin' Mickey D's off all places to stop, sheesh ) and b) it's always tourist season there. 

So, no problem, we went back to the truck to eat. It was a nice warm'ish'ish day, the sun was shining and we were within view of mountains older than the dinosaurs.
We were minding our own, scarfing enjoying our lunch, the cars coming and going. I am a people watcher so I was very content watching the comings and goings. Better entertainment here than in the insanity of a full fast food joint complete with wailing babies.
Aaand then that's when it went south. 'Buddy' parked his car, stepped out and stream spit right in front of my truck. You know the kind, his mouth puckered up, the muscles of his throat working to bring it from deep down, his chest drawing in air to add torque to the final launch.
ShitpissFRACK. Oh. My. GOD.  GROSS.
Ooohh I felt my stomach roll.
And he did it AGAIN!
I can't wrap my head around the level of disrespect it takes to do that in front of a lady. And, yes, I consider myself one. Or at least I was brought up with manners. Some of which included not to spit out in public among people. Or launch a snot rocket, and I've had that done in front of me too. Geezus. 

HURK! Oh shit, there went my gag reflex. I worked to tamper in down. Damn it, I wanted to eat the rest of my lunch. ARGH.  

I got through that unpleasentry and a few minutes later up drove another car, five young adults piled out. From my astute observations, they were not long awake. Stretching and bed heads all around. I grinned, memories of my own hangover days of long long ago. Well actually I was laughing because they looked very hungover.
' Uhohhh, she's not gonna make 'er ' I heard hubby laugh. 

And sure as I was sitting there in full view, a female bent over heaving like a cat dislodging a hairball. My brain shouted to look down/around/gawd damn well behind me. Anywhere but her. But no, no siree, my eyes decided to lock in. She projectile vomited last night's liquid in great copious amounts, wiped her mouth and walked into the restaurant like nothing happened. . . ?
Fack. Fack. FUCK. You've got to be kidding me.
And that was it, I was done. I swallowed and sucked in air fighting to keep my lunch down. I drank the rest of my drink in one swallow. I swallowed some more.
Lunch was ruined. My 'once in a blue moon happy fries' moment was turning over in my stomach.
Stupid disgusting little bitch.
We gathered everything up, gave the area a wide berth and went to the fartherst garbage. I was terrified of seeing and or stepping or worse yet slipping her pile of puke.I wanted out.of.there. 

And what's the last thing we saw as we drove out?
Some lady bent over with the crack of her ass in proud display.
Awesome. Just fracking awesome.

We all know the popularity of iPhones, I have the iPhone 5 myself, and yes, I like it. A lot. I am somewhat of a Macintosh whore. I have a couple of iPads, a Mac Desktop, a Mac laptop along with my cell. You can blame my mother for that, she's been working Apple products since early '80s. I followed suit. 

Anyhow, here we are out and about for breakfast, it's early and the sun rise is promising to be a pretty one. I am in view of a lovely framed window, the clouds are parting and the sun is coming through. So I whip out my cell, I'm going to get a picture of this. I position my cell so it doesn't include in the back of the head of an incredibly loud and very snotty woman sitting at the table infront of us. ( all you could hear was her talking loudly of all the trips she had taken and the airlines she flew and blah blah brag brag brag blah blah. ) One of her breakfast companions must of said something to her because she whipped her head around and gave me the dirtiest look I think I've ever gotten. She turned back around and shook her head.
And me, well me being me before I could stop my mouth, fired back, 'What is your problem?'
( I try to watch my mouth and reactions when I'm out with Rick. Out of respect to him, I really don't give a shit when I'm out by myself lol )
That snotty piece of work didn't have the balls to face me back so I made a big production about taking the picture, going as far as to step out and in front of their table to take the photograph.
I mentioned something to the waitress afterwards, she told me this woman was the type that nothing was good enough. Ohh I knew/know the type, honey, I used to waitress. 

In thruth she wasn't photogenic in the least and was far less interesting than that gorgeous sunrise. Pompass ass self serving cow.

Speaking of waitresses, my daughter and I must of went through one of the most awkward meals out we ever had had the misfortune to go through a few months ago. We had a waitress hang around chatting up a storm while we ate. WTH?? Go away. Like ten minutes ago.
We haven't been back since and are leary to do so. What a weird (lonely?) girl she was. What an uncomfortable meal that was. It's like having a stranger walk into your house in the middle of your meal and converse with you. I'm normally more abrubt in situations like that but for some reason, she was a wee bit pathetic in her whole demeanor/conversation. And hey, I can be a bitch but I'm not mean.

On a lighter note, there is something so comical about a drunk sometimes. The affable kind that stand outside the bar door singing away, happy as lark. So he couldn't sing for his supper but he sang like no one was watching. Which judging by his level of sobriety, I'm not sure he could see all that much in front of him anyways. It made me laugh, bringing up memories of my father in law when he reached a certain level of 'buzz'. Couldn't sing worth shit but always tried to give Johnny Cash a run for his money. And loudly at that. lol

What about you, my bloggy pals, what are your musings and thoughts?