Braille

so, I could understand putting braille on ALL signs.

But riddle me this, why doesn't the restrooms have braille on the signs yet the Mechanical Room does.

Now don't get me wrong. I love me some blind people but I must admit being a bit closed minded about a blind mechanical/electrical technician. It scares me.

Please don't go into the Mechancial ROOM! What if I switch the signs? I'm just thinking about the greater good and no matter how I dice it, Mr. or Ms. Blind Engineer is not a pretty sight.

Edumacation

Damn maybe this is why you are a blue collar worker.

Bitchy, maybe.

But if you are operating heavy equipment which I suspect requires a license of some sort, a public worker or in a profession that entails setting up safety parameters for pedestrians - I highly suggest learning how to spell. You know... in case I don't know what the hell a 'sisewalk' is and that it is 'colse' because of a big hole or something. Why?! Why?

Better now...

Well, the citizens of sketchyville have left the building, my building that is. I'm content for now. I hope the next residents are more mindful and respectful.

However, as I am one for prepardness, I bought pepper spray, whistle and a taser. I pity the fool.

seriously..

Hate my ghetto ass place

I placed another call to the Montgomery County police about our laundry room being burglarized AGAIN (three fucking times now) case number S09053114 for the second laundry room break in 9.3 and the third incident on 9.18.

This is the third time in six weeks. I know it's an inside job and would wager it is the work of the assholes in Unit 301. I HATE THEM. Ever since these fuckers moved in - February/March we've had the police called a bunch of times, two incidents of smashed in lobby door, littered front lobby area and a urinated carpet in the elevator. Now the sketcky women are gone and the guys are living there. I know that there is something bad going on there. I HATE IT, I HATE THEM. I'm miserable.

500 thayer unit 301 = evil slackjaw motherfuckers. they will be the primary suspects if anything happens.

Ah shiiit!

What a lovely sight, this is one of the many residents/pedestrians of Silver Spring. I saw this in route to work. This dude is Shirtless drinking at 10am. See the brown paper bag ... That's a 40. Talk about kicking the weekend off. Do you think he woke up this morning and was like "it's casual Friday I'm going shirtless"?

Me suspects EVERYDAY is casual Friday for this guy, if you get my drift. Dang.

Silver Sprung so pedestrian

First, had a delightful time in New York last week. Went shopping but didn't have to sell my doggie for my shopping addiction - which is good. I'm a pro on the subway and scored fab vintage deals. Yay, Beacon's Closet in Park Slope.

Second, didn't go to the Renaissance Festival to make fun of the carnies. It was too muddy to venture out. Initially, I thought someone above didn't approve of my gratification at others expense... but really, really? Carnies. Come on. I hope to have fodder in the future to blog on. This means I must go before it ends!! CARNIES!!

Lastly, Silver Spring - the lovely hub of slick surburban living is getting all fancy with a new transit stop and a gazillion bus stops. Normally this would be a good thing, people, bad fashion to poke fun of, pick pocketing opportunities galore. But nay, not if it imposes where you have to be and not if it increases the number of vagrants meandering around where you are. I don't take kindly to people asking for money unless they are family and I don't take kindly to them either. (mostly because the phrase 'borrow' is injected when we all really know the correct phrase is 'give') Alas. I love my family but I do not like strangers and especially a whole bunch of them, taunting Darwinism and subconsciously asking me to mow them down in my vehicle.