A decidedly un-merry Xmas

[kopfhorer1]

So there I was, lying in bed with a bad cold, unable to sleep. I went into the bathroom to get some medication when I heard voices about half a block or so away. Loud ones. There was apparently an argument. A couple of minutes later, I heard what sounded like gunshots, after which I heard a woman scream. Of course I called the police, who to their credit arrived 5 minutes later.

Someone has not only endangered me and everyone else here by recklessly using a firearm, but has probably killed or injured some poor slob. The woman may have been the girlfriend, who had to stand and watch her man get plugged.

Some shitty Xmas this is turning out to be.

 

[Journia]

Well, you did well, now, get back to being christmassy!

 

[kopfhorer1]

Too late for that. It's the 27th.

Update: No fatalities. I think the police caught the shooter.

 

[Journia]

Now, get back to feelin' christmassy!

 

[Dr. Bill Kobb]

Ah, Christmas, the holiday for children and chumps. Lemme tell you a little about my Christmas eve in retail work. I watched a mother beat the dickens out of her sullen son, who apparently wasn't listening closely enough to her. I heard harried, frazzled customers bitching about how we were closing at 8pm. I watched equally frazzled coworkers have private meltdowns after weeks of holiday bullshit. I listened to a chemically dependent coworker complain that she couldn't afford gifts for one of her daughters, and I watched a lady being brought out in handcuffs as we were closing the store for attempting to steal cosmetics.

It's funny to me, as people used to act all crazy on MY holiday: Halloween. As usual, here in America, we got shit all mixed up.

 

[Journia]

Rick, where do you find these pictures?

 

[kopfhorer1]

Ah, Christmas, the holiday for children and chumps. ...

Not quite as hairy as what I experienced the other night, but certainly bad enuf!

I once had a job as a Xmas temp in a mall store. The days leading up to Xmas were all a blur. It was sale after sale after sale (no, I didn't earn commissions) with no chance to sit down or even use the potty for a t least a couple of hours. There was so much noise I could not hear the canned, cliche Xmas music on the store PA system (not that that was a bad thing!).

Update: A police detective called me up today to get my account of what I heard the other night.