Appalled

I have been totally appalled twice today. Allow me to share:

1.) I was taking my 3:00 break at work, answering my email and minding my own business when I heard a commotion coming from the front counter. It seems an 'older' gentleman (probably slightly older than my dad) who was 95% deaf and 100% delusional was giving my co-worker Amanda the very devil. Yelling in broken, hearing-impaired English, he asked a million questions, one on top of the other (and there is nothing wrong with questions, but puhlease...) then contradicted her every answer with accusations about our boss, Don ("He is nothing but a lying, thieving Democrat!") about our government, ("They are taxing me to death because they want me to lose my property!") his township assessor, ("That beautiful woman with an evil black heart!) and about the possible repercussions of not lowering his tax bill per his instructions, (My lawyer is Jesus, and I'll tell you right now, you lose!") He was beligerent and agitated, but Amanda kept her cool, answered his every question with honest, straight-forward answers (and even wrote them down for him so he would fully understand!) but he would not be appeased. He began shouting that he hated his life, he wished he could just die, and that he was going to the City Building to start impeachment procedings against Don.

Cheese-and-crackers! I was kinda waiting for someone to press the panic button, but it never happened, even when he started flailing his arms around and actually came in contact with Amanda's person. Later, she said he really didn't bother her- there was a mistake on one of his exemptions and she had corrected it, but with his new assessment, it didn't lower the bill much. I don't know; he sure scared me.

2.) I came home and had the usual mad dash from the time I got in the door- laundry! Dishes! Cleaning! Cooking! And just as I was clearing away the dinner dishes, Baby G spotted our little friend Kameron outside, walking her bike. "Look, it's Kameron!" she yelled. "And she's crying!"

Thinking the little girl was possibly hurt, I asked the boys to go out and invite her in- they dashed outside, then JE came bounding back in, saying, "Some boy tried to kiss Kameron and she's crying!"

Well, we all know little boys sometimes try to steal kisses, but when she got through my back door, I could tell this was no mere case of a some classmate trying to cop a smooch. She was shaking and sobbing- not normal. Long story short: she had been over at one of her classmate's houses (another little second grade boy,) when two older boys (11-12) tried to get her to kiss them. She said no and tried to leave and they knocked her off her bike and held her down, humping against her and trying to force their tongues in her mouth. Another girl (10-11) who was there held her nose and attempted to force her mouth open. I don't know how she managed to get away, but I told her she wasn't going anywhere alone for the rest of the night- I insisted she stay at our house and I tried to contact her parents. The older brother answered, I relayed the story, and soon I received a call from the grandma and then the mom, as well. I then drove Kameron home and told the mom exactly what Troy had told me: call for an O'wood cop, file a report, and start a case. Period.

She said she would, so we left. Oh- did I mention the father of one of the 11 year olds is the town's biggest drug dealer??? And that, at the Home Coming Parade, his coked-out whore of a wife threatened JA because he picked up a Starburst from in front of her kid?? Lovely. I guess the dad is one of those wirey ass-holes who beats his wife and considers himself a Big Man. Well, bring it, Bastard. I'll sick my ex-husband and my boyfriend all over your wienie ass if you so much as look cross-eyed at my kid.

White trash.