Well, so far today, I've gone to an appointment, then ran upstairs, grabbed a bundle of dirty's and took the trolley to the Lake George laundromat--something I probably won't do again, this summer...long story.

Waiting for the trolley back, I met a nice young man from Istanbul, who was here working for the summer, and we talked while waiting for the late (as ususal) trolley to arrive. The blinking trolley is often late, 'cos the blinking tourons don't have a clue, which way is north or south--or they simply are too thick to read the sign on the front of the bus, which tells them where it's blinking going...so they waste valuable time dithering over whether they're taking the right bus or not.....or, you get tourons who don't have a clue what the fare is--even tho', like the sign that says where the bus is going, there's also a big honking sign in black and white, right by the stinking doors where they get on, telling them how much the blinking fare is! And then there's the berks who actually think the driver is going to sit there and wait for them to make change--or can give them change.

Then there's the tourists who think that the trolley bus is some kind of amusment ride, and never once consider that the damn thing has a schedule to keep, and that at least some of the riders have homes and/or jobs/and or shopping they want to go to! Actually, I've witnessed some groups of tourons, who will actually stand there outside the bus's open doors, bickering as to whether they want to go for a ride or not--which really pisses off the drivers.

It's incredible to think that some people have never ridden on a blinking bus in their lives, before. Talk about being spoiled! Then again, I've seen people in a laundromat who haven't a clue how to use an actual washer or dryer...and I don't just mean the settings--I've seen people clueless about where to put the money in! Jeez...so much for a public (state) education.

There were a bunch of kiwi's on the bus--barbie doll/Paris Hilton types....one girl kept staring at me, then launched into a very loud, snooty, blow-by-blow description of her European "grand tour"...like I give a flying (censored).

Yes, I very much look and dress like a redneck, but I've probably done more living in my 48 years, than this mamby-pamby 20-something New Zealander will do, in her whole lifetime, and besides--it's not what you say that impresses me, it's how you behave. Suppose I should be mildly flattered that Barbie the kiwi felt she needed to impress me, I guess? But, I was hot, tired, in pain, and grumpy (broken washer at the laundromat meant I had to do one load twice, and there were no rest rooms--something which can make a middle aged woman with diabetes, very cranky indeed).

Seated behind me was a touron couple, taking a trolley ride into Glens Falls--oh, they seemed like a nice couple, but the woman kept calling out all the places we passed--the crazy golf places, the amusement parks, the go-kart track, the ice cream stand, the Walmarts, the shopping centres, Mr. B's Best roast beef and subs, Home Depot, KFC, The Aviation Mall, Toys R Us, Taco Bell, Firestone and Cole Muffler....it got a bit tedious, I'm afraid.
I notced that one of my republican thug blog trolls has hit me again...four or five rant-comments, which I didn't bother--and won't bother, to read. Life is too short, and my brains too valuable, to waste on paying attention to some immature, robotic neo-conservative babble.

The guy's an infantile emotially disturbed neo-conservative from Southhampton, Pennsylvania, who has yet to have ever made an acutal intelligent (and grown up) comment on my blog, and I expect the poo ejected out by this childish little pest this time around, is no exception.

Ignore and delete the little pain in the arse... :)) :)) :))

So, after I'm finished putting away the clean clothes and towels, and finishing the breakfast dishes, I'll have a spot of lunch and a lie down, before heading off to work tonight.

I'm told that I'll be doing a new sales (or possibly collections) programme, for a car loan company, by the end of the month. Thank God. I'm sick of talking to a bunch of ill-mannered, uptight bougouis/redneck neo-conservative club members.

Anyway, hope you all are having a good day, yeah? Cheers.