HOOK’S NOTE: As I write this, my morning has thus far been a complete wash-out – literally. I’m soaked through to my Superman boxers, even with a umbrella!
Oh, and did I mention I was, as they say, —-blocked by my own damn animals? They decided to race upstairs and alert the entire family to the fact they were up and ready to go.
So even though Life had already rained on my parade (so to speak), it decided I deserved some more.
At any rate, enjoy this little rant I spewed out a week ago. I’m going to search for a bag of ice and a warm corner to dry off!
They just introduce more douchebags into The Hook’s ecosystem!
Case in point: the clueless bastard who, like so many before him, requested his own cart. He just stood in front of the desk, silent in his ignorance, as his feeble mind attempted to process the concept of full-service hotel.
CLUELESS BASTARD: Okay, well, thanks for the help..bud!
Apparently The Hook is to be referred to as “Bud” from this moment forth. At any rate, he tapped the desk and stumbled off.
I’m really going to have to petition maintenance to install a trap door in front of the Bell Desk. But Clueless Bastard’s saga wasn’t over. A few minutes later, a young blond lady requested help with her bags.
Guess who she, in her not-so-infinte wisdom, decided to marry and breed with?
And so The Hook found himself facing Clueless Bastard once more. I managed to avoid uttering a single syllable all the way to the room and then, fortunately for me, both douchebags ignored me until I finished my labors. As I was leaving however, they decided to stiff me and then add insult to injury.
WIFE OF CLUELESS BASTARD: Can we get you to help us on the way out?
THE HOOK: You can certainly try, Miss!
Mandatory IQ tests and government-controlled contraception, this is definitely the way to go.
- If Some Idiot Refuses To Use A Condom, Why Does The Hook Have To Pay The Price? (youvebeenhooked.wordpress.com)
- What Does IQ Really Measure? (science.slashdot.org)