Caterwauling

Further proof that the gene pool is contaminated:

Boy gets caught in toy-filled ‘claw’ machine

“When the 3-year-old Austin, Minn., boy crawled through the discharge chute of a Toy Chest claw machine at a Godfather’s Pizza in his hometown, he ended up on the other side of the glass surrounded by stuffed animals.

“Rescuers had to pry the door open to get Devin out, though the boy was in no hurry to leave.”

I think that was a waste of rescue efforts — the parents should have proven their skill at the game and played it to try to get him back. Now THAT would be entertainment!!!

I know, I’m so going to hell for this. Either that or I’ll probably have a kid who does that or worse.

In any event, the article made me hungry for Godfather’s Pizza, which was pretty much the highlight of my Minnes”cr”ota episode.

I suppose the parents are just lucky that the brat didn’t crawl into the pizza oven instead!

As I am in mid-move and therefore cannot cook at home (for one, I don’t want to have to throw food away, and two, I packed most of my small appliances), I’ve been hitting the fast-food circuit altogether too much. Which, let’s not talk about the expanding size of my ass, but I digress.

What I’d like to talk about is how EVERY ORDER I have made in the last two weeks has been SCREWED UP in some way. And how I figure that, well, if I only paid a few bucks for the meal, I really don’t have the energy/right to complain. Much.

However, I almost rammed a tip jar up someone’s ass yesterday. And she so would have deserved it. Because SHE was mad at ME for making her REDO my order!!!

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