MOG

I went to see Transformers tonight. It actually bored me. I mean, I was kind of looking forward to it, but it let me down. What with its massively noticeable product placement for every product and service under the sun (Apple, Ebay, Chevy, Porsche, GMC to name a few) and its use of orchestral music even though it wasn't that serious at all, and then on top of that using the music of Linkin Park. Yea, it just didn't cut it for me.

Then we went to IHOP. The IHOP on Cox Road. Yes, there is an IHOP on Cox. And yes, we never fail to make fun of it and its locale. At the same time. Always.

Anyway, as the title of the post suggests, I am not finished bitching about the 4th of July.

As we are leaving around 2 AM, we see two idiots lighting fireworks from their car and throwing them right behind my car to the extent that I cannot approach my vehicle without possibly being hit with a firecracker or some other firework. So, as any American would do, I hit the PANIC! button on my car to scare the assholes because they are standing right beside my car. Unfortunately this only made them want to set more off. I am about to call the cops when I think it might be better to ask IHOP to call them for me. I walk inside and ask the same lady who was our waitress (and a horrible one at that, especially horrible as she was the manager) if she would call the cops because there are two men lighting fireworks behind my car. She says sure and then hands me the phone. Wait a minute, this is your parking lot. You're the manager. And you want me to call the cops on these guys. I should think maybe it's your responsibility. But then she asks where they are and I point out the window at them. She says "Oh, nevermind, they're mine." The other girl says they are the cooks. And she walks outside with me. But first she grabs an unlit cigarette off the brick wall by the front door and lights it up. THEN she walks over to the guys and simply tells them to go inside. Well thank you, I'm sure they learned their lesson, I inhaled your smoke, and all is now well. Needless to say, I will be e-mailing IHOP.

Happy 6th of July.

(P.S. I'm sorry I've been mogging so sarcastically and depressingly lately. I'm actually not that upset all day or anything, but it's something to write about. Forgive my grouchiness, here's a song to make amends...)