I've been planning to write about this for day now, but some things have been getting in the way of that. Things like; sleep, laziness and my money.
Anyhow, the story goes...
I was on the transit in Victoria, BC. I was there with my a friend. Mike. Well, as per norm, he was talking about the British Empire and all that junk. I mentioned something about how I work at a buildig with a really old flag that has been beaten to shreds over the years and then hung on the wall.
Well, apparently Mike wasn't the only one I was talking to on this bus. Some retard, about 10 feet away, was for some reason, nodding at my statement about the flag, he was pointing as well. Then he began to blabber on about the flag I mentioned, and I knew that I wanted nothing to do with this man as soon as he got my attention.
Mike had the dumb idea to get up and go talk to this man, and he tried to get me to come with him. I simply responded with "Fuck that. You're on your own", and I waved him away from me.
He sat down across from this stange mass of human existance and attemtend to decypher his speech and somehow make sense of it. It wasn't working, and Mike's not the type of person to give up, he just kept trying and trying.
The being across from mike, though I could barely hear him, did mention that he was once in the forces, just like us. This lead mike into asking what ship he was on, and how long he was in the forces for. The mass of flesh said that he was on the Protector and that he was in the forces "on and off".
[[[This makes no sense because you can't be in the forces "on and off", you're either in or you're not. ou can't just decide to show up every 6th day or so.]]]
Anyway... Mike asking him again, how long he was in the forces and got the same "on and off" answer. With Mike taking minutes out of his life to ask this question and still getting nowhere, he then asked what he did in the forces. The only thing I understood from the answer was "(mumble) rolling barrels (mumble)", So I cracked up and began to laugh at this poor mans simple existance.
Im getting tired of typing, so i'm going to be balsy man and cut this in half.
So we were about to get out of te bus, because Mike slowly raised his hand and pushed the "Stop Requet" button, and this tard stood beside the bus drives and continued to say "chop, chop, shop", repeatedly.
END OF MY WASTING YOUR TIME.
Now get off the computer and go find a job, or work out or something.
At least go to the bathroom.