Ghetto Living Today!
I was out doing errands today and decided to go the Walgreen's at 16th and Mission Street instead of the non-ghetto one at Church and Market in order to facilitate multi-tasking.
When I arrived, there was a crackhead shoved up against the front door of the drug store with two security guards behind her, and a crowd of people who'd just stepped off the bus watching her give the typical shoplifting crackhead defense:
"I DIDN'T TAKE NOTHING! THAT IT OVER THERE. I AIN'T DONE NOTHING! LET ME GO MOTHERFUCKA! NO! NOOOOOO!"
all while trying to push her way out the door.
Usually this tactic works, because it's a lot of hassle to stop, search, and arrest a screaming crackhead. As someone who's witnessed this scenario dozens of times (it must go down 10 times a day at that particular Walgreen's), I was glad to see the security guards drag the crackhead into the back office and wait for the cops to arrive. You could still hear her screaming throughout the store.
When your quality of life is constantly being lowered living near these stupid junkies, it can really put a smile on your face to see them being dragged off to jail. I had the most lovely walk home, and I almost felt like I was skipping through the sunny meadow. Except by "sunny" I mean schadenfreude and by "meadow" I mean a sidewalk full of passed out bums and dog feces.
Skippedy Do Da!
When I arrived, there was a crackhead shoved up against the front door of the drug store with two security guards behind her, and a crowd of people who'd just stepped off the bus watching her give the typical shoplifting crackhead defense:
"I DIDN'T TAKE NOTHING! THAT IT OVER THERE. I AIN'T DONE NOTHING! LET ME GO MOTHERFUCKA! NO! NOOOOOO!"
all while trying to push her way out the door.
Usually this tactic works, because it's a lot of hassle to stop, search, and arrest a screaming crackhead. As someone who's witnessed this scenario dozens of times (it must go down 10 times a day at that particular Walgreen's), I was glad to see the security guards drag the crackhead into the back office and wait for the cops to arrive. You could still hear her screaming throughout the store.
When your quality of life is constantly being lowered living near these stupid junkies, it can really put a smile on your face to see them being dragged off to jail. I had the most lovely walk home, and I almost felt like I was skipping through the sunny meadow. Except by "sunny" I mean schadenfreude and by "meadow" I mean a sidewalk full of passed out bums and dog feces.
Skippedy Do Da!
Labels: misanthropy, squalor
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