People are sad and disgusting

I'm writing this on my lunch break. I have just borne witness to one of the saddest and most disgusting displays I have ever seen in my entire life.

It should have been funny. It really wasn't.

Today I decided to hit Wendy's for my sub-par lunch as I'm broke, they have a dollar menu, and I like chicken nuggets. I got way more for my three bucks than I bargained for.

The first thing that hits me as I walk in is the line. I HATE lines. Just as my aggravation registers, I notice the participants in the line. They are, in order:

• one skinny, badly bleached blonde mobile home superstar... wearing a tube top,
• one large, sweaty man wearing dirty clothes and a camo hat, from under which a braided rat tail dangles hilariously,
• one large, sweaty woman (dubbed TrashMom) wearing clothes that are WAY too tight, sporting the craziest femullet I've ever laid eyes on, and just to top things off...
• one half-naked, crying three-year-old.

In the words of Carl from ATHF, "Ohhhhhh, good." Trailer court luncheon.

The rugrat initially has the bulk of my attention, and for good reason-- crying children, especially in public locales, are fucking annoying as hell. This being the case, I cannot help but observe the source of all that terrible sound, and I find myself with a startling revelation:

This is a half-naked three-year-old GIRL.

It's the dirty skirt thing that gives it away. This article of clothing was probably light blue at some point; it is now off-gray, with holes scattered hither and yon. It is worth noting that the skirt is the only visible clothing present on the child-- no shirt, no shoes, no service MY ASS.

At least TrashMom is getting training started early-- this little one will be a trailer-trash slut long before she drops out of high school.

My intrigue turns to TrashMom-- who dresses their child this way?

I wish I'd never asked.

Remember hair metal? Yeah, you do. Now think hard-- remember hair metal fans? 80's hair metal fans? Like ones who looked like pit bulls and didn't wash their bleached out mullets?

You're on the right track.

Plus, you know those women who insist on wearing clothes intended for thin teenagers... who weigh 200+ lbs?

Combine the two... and that's what I saw. *involuntary shudder*

At this point, I'm in shock. My thought is, "Did you honestly wander out into public this way? With your kid looking like this? Am I on tv?"

Then, it got worse.

TrashMom's next in line. Her order: 2 small french fries.

..................... meh?

Allow me to enlighten you, lady-- that's a CHILD. French fries are NOT a suitable diet for small children! I understand that you may not have much money, but honestly, you could be doing better things with that $1.19. Allow me to demonstrate:

French fries begin their lives as potatoes. So far, we're on the right track-- potatoes = vegatables = good. However, there's a problem-- french fries are FRIED POTATOES. Everything that was good and wholesome about that potato was demolished by that 4000 degree fry-o-lator filled with grease in the back. French fries are greasy and salty, and will certainly help your child grow OUTWARD, but not UPWARD.

For that same $1.19, you could have gone to Sheetz and purchased TWO (2, dos, II) hot dogs. Granted, hot dogs are not the healthiest things on Earth, but they have a few distinct advantages over french fries:

• Meat (well, sort of... STILL BETTER THAN FRENCH FRIES)
• A bun-- bun = bread = WIN
• Toppings, many of which are derived from vegetables in such a manner that they are left with their basic nutrients

Clearly, we have a winner-- hot dogs > french fries.

The beauty of the above argument is that we're still being very irresponsible about this. Ideally, TrashMom would save the money she spends on fast food and buy... wait for it... ACTUAL FOOD!!! I mean, whatever happened to beanie-weenies? What's that, like $.42 a serving?? This goes for everyone-- I don't care how you feed yourself, because you have to deal with the consequences. How you feed your kids is another matter-- THEY DON'T KNOW ANY BETTER. And apparently, neither does she.

Sadly, this tale doesn't end here. I order my food, get it and leave, and spot TrashMom in the parking lot pushing a stroller. Well, fine. I can't say anything about not driving-- even if I could I probably wouldn't because I can't afford it. What got me was what was in the stroller.

Stroller Contents:
One laundry basket, containing:

• clothes
• toys
• no child

Go back and read that again. Yep, that's right-- the kid walked (BAREFOOT!!!!!) while the clothes and toys got a ride.

And that's when the whole situation just entirely stopped being at all funny.

So remember kids, the next time you read about how a substantial percentage of American citizens are fat and have myriad STD's and can't do basic math and have no knowledge of history-- or hell-- the current state of the world we live in... just think about TrashMom pushing her clothes around in a stroller while her barefoot, half naked kid walks around on hot asphalt, heading toward a nutritious meal of Wendy's french fries.

And you people wonder why I've no faith in humanity.