there your kids love them

So I am sitting here in my cubicle and i here this fucken noise of a man getting pissed on his phone. I’m sorry to be using these filler words (curse words) but it’s the only way to express how mad I really am. It’s kind of hard to explain. Eeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr …. See I am too frustrated to even get this out…. Ok …ok …my doctor said to count down from 10…9…8…7… oh FUCK THIS SHIT there he goes again…. I can here how mad he actually is…

”look it’s not my fault I rode my motorcycle to work and now I can’t come pick you up.” He says on the phone like it doesn’t even bother him he is probably making his kid feel about 2 inches tall. “Just tell your damn mom to drop you off at my house on my day’s.” he pauses giving his kid enough time to tell mom the situation. I just want to punch this low life ass hole. They are your kids.

”look I didn’t bring two helmets today so I would have to drive home, change vehicles and then com pick you up. That’s like 20 minutes out of the way. I don’t have time for that. I don’t care if you want to ride on the motorcycle we can do that some other time” he pauses again getting more and more frustrated … at what … his kid? Then it begins … he starts pushing stuff around tapping his fingers on the desk. Oh he’s really upset now because to him it’s always everyone else’s fault. It can’t be his fault. That’s why I just want to tell him too….

“Look just tell your mom you’re not coming to my house if she doesn’t drop you off.” A pause “that’s right it’s all her fault.”

I’m sorry I couldn’t help it I snapped “it’s not her moms fault asshole it’s your fault” I screamed at the man while looking over his cubicle. I was staring down at him like you would a dog after it chewed up your favorite pair of tennis shoes. I notice him jump back with the same look in his eyes I felt the first time I had been put in my place by my drunken father when I was a child. If this man had a tail, I believe it would be so far between his legs he could chew on it. I was really hollering at this point “I can’t believe you think you have the right to tell your kid that. What are you 8? Grow up. Take some reasonability for your actions dick.”

The man looks at me now more puzzled than anything. “Look you knew it was your day to take care of your child. Right”

He won’t respond in fear of my rebuttal “so then why in the fuck didn’t you bring two helmets? Huh?” it’s like he’s a mute. “Now if you’re telling me those 20 minutes are two far out of your way for your kid.” I’m really starting to pore it on thick “THEN YOU DON’T DESERVE THAT KID.”

Holy shit he’s starting to cry. Uh ho I notice now, about 20 seconds too late, that my boss is standing two cubicles down talking to the new girl. I think he was trying to look down her blouse. I bet this is really pissing him off. I mean come on what kind of asshole interrupts another mans tit time.

“Now get your shit together and go pick up that kid.”

Fuck my boss is walking over here. Well at least this other prick is going to get his kid. He deserved it I don’t care what my boss thinks. I’m trying to act like I don’t see my boss headed this way. I head back down in to my cubby hole of the world.

“Mr. Stevens” he says with a stern voice.

“Yes Mr. Davidson” I reply with my new found tell in my teeth. If I had one I would be chewing it.

Mr. Stevens leans in right out side of my cubicle now. He leans in closely and says with a quite calming voice. “Good work. Next time though try and take it out side. I’d love to see you whoop his ass.” He smiles at me and walks away.

I guess I’m not the only one who hates people miss treating there children. Huh. What do you know? Well I guess there’s nothing else left to do but keep on keeping on.