It's horrible, but that's the thought that's been going through my head all day. This weekend, on top of all our slimy, nasty, filthy, smelly, bug infested city visitors, we now have the normal traffic for the town fair, and slimy, nasty, filthy, smelly, bug infested hippies.

This weekend is the traditional weekend for the original Woodstock. Lovely. So, we have very confused, slimy, nasty, filthy, smelly, bug infested, don't-know-their-ass-from-a-hole-on-the-ground wannabe hippies asking where Woodstock is. Me, of course, being the ass I am and getting thoroughly fed up with the question, started directing people to the town of Woodstock, which is actually in the completely opposite direction of where the Woodstock festival was held. If you really want to see the difference, get a map of New York and find the town of Woodstock.

Got it? Now, find Bethel.

I'll wait, go ahead.

If you really don't feel like doing that, here ya go.

"A" being Woodstock, "B" being Bethel. There's roughly 70 miles between the two, give or take.

Try biking that, bitch.

That was my amusement today in between the Hasidic, snub nosed pigs and grumpy "I'm being invaded" locals. The smelly man dressed as a wizard on his tricycle, complete with bell and a strange, bedraggled little dog in a basket was also rather funny.

I just about jumped a Hasidic ass who made his wife who was at least eight months pregnant carry two cases of bottled water, three bags of groceries, AND his bag of shit while he talked on his cell phone and didn't even lift a finger. I understand that women aren't completely incapable of doing things, but, really, we can't do everything. Apparently, I insulted him by asking Justin to help her out the their car. But, really, I don't give a shit. I am so fed up with how these people treat their women that they can go chew on glass and hot coals for all I care. Justin came back inside after helping her, and he was completely shocked. He started bagging for me and telling me that "You just don't do that to a woman" and how "these people are just wrong." But, there's not much you can do. I still get pissed off at them.

I insulted yet another one later on in the day (I seem to do that so well). He didn't even realize it until after he had left, at which time he came back in and cried to Jeanie about it, who played dumb. He decided I was being biased because he didn't get a discount. M'kay... maybe it was because he didn't have a discount card? I don't know, but that sounds like it might be the reason. Anyway, he started going on about how he was Jewish, directly from Israel and that I was just anti-semitic, blah, blah, blah, blah. So, I went, "I'm Sorry, Mr. Tanenbaum. If you take it to customer service, Mr. Tanenbaum, I'm sure they'd be able to assist you. Have a good day, Mr. Tanenbaum." Try putting these two names together: Avi Tanenbaum. That was his name. Yeah, direct for Israel, with a quick stop in Germany first. He finally left, then came back in to bitch at Jeanie, and after he left again, Jeanie and Madia came over to my register to ask the same question: Kate, how the hell do you piss them off like that? I'm just good like that.

...s'pose I was just a little on the malicious side today, but I DON'T CARE. I'm sick and tired of these people invading my town, messing with my people, blocking my roads, and just generally upsetting my life for four months straight. Sure, I'm being a bit on the possessive side. Bite me... after you leave, of course.

*Sigh* It's the End of Summer Pissed off Local Syndrom. Just about everybody who lives here year round has it this time of year. It usually goes away, oh, about, Labor Day weekend, when all these people LEAVE.

Anyway, I think I'm done bitching for now, so, I'm going to go chillax for the rest of the night. Woohoo.