A long while back, there was a co”worker” at Cardhole 2.0 who we all loathed. I sneer-quoted that bit because although I adhere to a strict “leave me the fuck alone” attitude when it comes to useless activities, he went way above the call of duty and took regular naps in the storage shed while we all did all the work, until he was caught and fired, although everyone maintains he was fired for giving douchebaggery a bad rep.
Now, logically, and I realize how futile it is to assign logic to GenPop, but go with me on this… logically, if one is dismissed for gross incompetence, one avoids the venue from whence one was sacked, does one not? One should.
Scooter did not.
Scooter has returned to the scene of the crime dozens of times. Baker’s dozens. And he always has new tale of his daring adventures and how he’s fast replacing The Most Interesting Man In The World.
We’d all be rather amused, in that debonair “isn’t he cute, managing to walk upright with only one eighth of a brain?” way if not for the fact that Skippy is a douchecanoe. I just learned that word and I plan to use it whenever I can.
“Oprah? Oh fuck, what a douchecanoe she is!” See?
Scooter does not bathe.
Scooter does not use his indoor voice.
Scooter does not respect personal space.
Scooter does not EVER shut the fuck up.
In the past months, Scooter has been a revered member of the Armed Forces, a manager of a motorcycle shop, a bounty hunter, a feared and respected repo man, a member of Cirque Du Soleil, a secret agent, a bank manager, the inventor of the Grumpy Cat meme, and has had 312 girlfriends, all of whom still are obsessed with him. Scooter also maintains, despite the fact that everyone heard BossMan go ballistic and fire his sorry ass, that he quit to pursue a degree in criminology.
Scooter is well on his way to being a politician, we have all agreed.
Scooter: LEEA-YUN! Gawd, woman, you gained you some weight?
me: Go away, Scooter. We’re busy.
Scooter: Ah, you ain’t never too busy for old Scooter! *to crosseyed current girlfriend* Old LeeA-YUN heah was my number one fan, before I quit to go work for the po-leece.
me: You mean before you were fired.
Scooter: Now, LeeA-yun, you know dat ain’t true.
me: Want to see the tape?
Scooter looked at CrossEyed Girlfriend, who was giggling and snorting.
Scooter: Shut up, woman.
Scooter: C’mon, LeeA-yun, give us a hug now. I know you missed me.
And when Scooter moved his body-odored self nearer, I didn’t do the expected and back away. I stepped in, until we were almost nose to nose. Well, actually my nose was closer to his moobs.
Excuse me, threw up a little in my mouth typing that… okay, I’m done.
me: *in my best Harry Callahan voice* If you lay one hand on me, Scooter, I’m going to kick you in the balls so hard you’ll taste your future grandchildren’s shit.
Scooter: *glaring at CrossEyed Girlfriend’s poorly stifled guffaws* You threatenin’ me? I get you ass fired, you threaten me!
me: Yeah, come at me, bro. You try to get me fired, it means it goes on public record you’re scared of an old lady half your size.
Scooter: I ain’t scared of you!
me: Well, then, why do you think what I said was a threat if you “ain’t scared?”
Scooter: *to now-snorting with laughter CrossEyed Girlfriend* Shut the fuck up, bitch!
CrossEyed Girlfriend: You shut the fuck up, asshole! You can buy your own slimjims!
Scooter: *scampering after CEGF* Ah now, baby, you know I doan mean nuthin’. Come back heah, I hongry.
AssMan2: What did you say? And can you say it again next time that jerk shows up?
me: Oh, I think I could manage it. I only fired five shots.