Crap. Crap crap crap crap crap.
Joined a new club and the first big event was this wknd. Hey, I marched in a Santa Claus parade. Whee! Should have realized what was going on with the person "in charge" after being rebuffed several times when I asked if I could help. Hey, you want to fuck up the float, and refuse the assistance of an engineer in getting it ready, fine. When the parade marshal told us to start, she was still fucking around with lights and still shrieking at people we could not use tape on the rented vehicle.
Well, the float looked like what you'd expect.
After the parade, it was off to the restaraunt. And in the restaraunt were about 7 kids, part of our parade. And one of them was the child, about 8 y.o., of the cunt who fucked up the float. Bingo!
At the table behind me were 4 people. One was an adult guy, one was a late teens woman, two were about 12. The 12s were shrieking during the entire time we were at the restaraunt. Not giggling. Not laughing. Shrieking. Like somebody was yanking off their arms, shrieking.
Well, I made the mistake of commenting on their poor behaviour. And so uber breeder hears me and opines she'd rather listen to laughter than somebody crying.
Oh right. Like the fact I'm not on fire makes me eager for a sunburn. Stupid bitch.
Well, Oshawa can kiss my ass. I shant be back for events in this club.