So yesterday I stopped at the Tree of Dollar to get a trash can for the bathroom. I thought Wally World was bad, but Ho ly crap on a soda cracker, I have never seen such an assemblage of Denver's finest. There were the usual "ladies" in clothing 3 sizes too small, the "ladies" in heels and mini skirts complaining about the cold (uh, yeah, it's snowing out ijits), the hobos with BO, the screaming children, but this took the cake.
Throughout the entire time I was in there (at least 15 minutes), I heard a constant stream of mom, mom, mom, mom, do they sell X here, mom mom mom mom I'm getting a drink, mom mom mom mom you're driving me nuts, mom mom mom mom!" Ok, first, this conversation (if you can call it that) was taking place across several aisles at minimum and across the entire store at a few points. Second, the person speaking wasn't a child. He was a grown adult in at least his early 20s. I really hope he had some kind of developmental disability.
So I get my stuff, get on the train (there's a station right by the store), ride a few stops, then disembark to get on the last bus that will take me home. I look behind me walking to the bus, and THEY FOLLOWED ME! The Mom Mom Mom Mom is still echoing over the street. Thank you merciful God, they didn't get on the same bus I did.
On the upside, the rest of the ride really made up for it. I got to meet an adorable terrier mix named Oreo, and a nice lady was chatting with the girl seated next to her in a way (meaning nicely) that most people don't interact with young tweens. Both seemed happy.
Throughout the entire time I was in there (at least 15 minutes), I heard a constant stream of mom, mom, mom, mom, do they sell X here, mom mom mom mom I'm getting a drink, mom mom mom mom you're driving me nuts, mom mom mom mom!" Ok, first, this conversation (if you can call it that) was taking place across several aisles at minimum and across the entire store at a few points. Second, the person speaking wasn't a child. He was a grown adult in at least his early 20s. I really hope he had some kind of developmental disability.
So I get my stuff, get on the train (there's a station right by the store), ride a few stops, then disembark to get on the last bus that will take me home. I look behind me walking to the bus, and THEY FOLLOWED ME! The Mom Mom Mom Mom is still echoing over the street. Thank you merciful God, they didn't get on the same bus I did.
On the upside, the rest of the ride really made up for it. I got to meet an adorable terrier mix named Oreo, and a nice lady was chatting with the girl seated next to her in a way (meaning nicely) that most people don't interact with young tweens. Both seemed happy.
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