If you guessed Christmas music… ding, ding, ding, you are right.

I was grocery shopping today and the only annoying music on their stores system was Christmas music. It made me want to shove a carrot right into someone’s eye. Then compounded with the slow poke shoppers, it makes for wonderful ingredients of someone going postal for no reason whatsoever.

At what age do you feel obligated to butt in line? 50, 60, 70? Had I noticed this older guy in line next to me, I would have probably let him go seeing his time here on earth is probably limited. But before I knew it, he had taken it among himself to step in front of me. WTF? Now, I know in the overall scheme of things, I probably waited an extra minute in line. Should I get so pissed at little things like that? Probably not. But I can’t help myself. Women can blame getting pissed or being irrational on PMS or the day of the week or anything else they feel like putting the blame on for their pissy moods. What do guys have to blame their moods on? I had a late soccer game last night that our team lost 2-1, but I wasn’t really pissed about that. I went to bed kind of late and woke up early, but I regularly do that too. It’s a nice but cold day, so nothing to complain there about. So, I have decided to blame my shitty mood on Country music and Christmas. Fuck them both!

My MTD 3.5 hp lawn mower started last week and then putted out after about 2 minutes and hasn’t started again. I replaced the spark plug and air filter, but I think the carburetor is gummed up. I need to find a small engine repair place to clean it up.

In the meantime, I borrowed my mother-in-laws self propelled 200 lbs mower. Let me tell you, unless your property is perfectly flat and you don’t have to turn much, do not invest in these behemoths. I have a hilly property now and mowing the lawn with the small 3.5 hp mower was decent but I was thinking a self propelled mower would help going up the hill. Man, was I wrong. I lost 4 lbs in sweat today. I don’t think I sweat that much in my soccer games. That’s nuts!

Anyhow, this just puts my ass in gear to get my little mower, that I paid $159 brand spanking new 5 years ago and that is held together with duct tape, into a repair shop.

Please read this post as if I wrote it last week sometime, like Monday June 18.

I was in Moncton today paying a late parking ticket and I made a few observations about the commissionaire job position:

• Cannot have a personality or just act like an self knowing asshole
• Must be older then dirt
• A foreign object such as a cucumber or billiard ball must be lodged into the rectum at all times
• Must be able to operate a cash register

Last week I received a letter saying that I had an unpaid parking ticket and I was to appear in court and that all late payments would be returned to me. When I received the letter, I called the person that had their signature was on the letter. It was about 2:30 pm, while most people are working at this hour, I assume that the city workers have fucked off at half past 12 cause I didn’t get an answer. Knowing I probably wouldn’t get anyone and my court date was fast approaching, I decided to drive to Moncton and pay the ticket in person to avoid the hassle of a trial. When I went to the booth to pay the ticket, the woman told me that she could not accept my payment and I would have to resolve it in court. I told her I was from out of town and wanted to pay the ticket now and save on everyone’s time. She called over this fucking goofball commissionaire (meter maid) who told me the exact same thing she had told me but he was a much bigger prick about it. He told me that at minimum the fine would be $30 and a maximum of $110 and that it would be up to the judge to decide that. Then he told me it was my responsibility to change my address with Service New Brunswick (They are another groups of fucks over there, but I can get into that later). But in the time of me contacting SNB and getting my address changed with Canada Post to redirect my mail, the city of Moncton had already mailed my summons.

His whole attitude pissed me off. I raised my voice and said, “Why the hell would I come back Wednesday when I can pay the ticket now with my letter of guilt and get this over with? Who can I speak to about this?”

They gave me a name (which I may post). I said that is the person I called last week. Then they tell me “She was out last week.”

“Okay, where is she now?” I asked.

“She is out.” They replied.

“Well, who is her backup?” I followed.

“She doesn’t have one.”

“Are you kidding me? Does anyone actually work for the city of Moncton. Get me someone I can speak to now.” I was really pissed at this point.

They called someone who was down in 1 minute. He introduced himself and asked what was the issue. I explained that with my move and the mixup with letters and such, I didn’t realize I was summoned to court. He said just to pay and the issue was resolved.

See, what getting a little pissed will get you.

Maybe it’s just me, but I don’t like the name “commissionaire,” “meter maid” is a much better description of what these jerks do.