I need to be disinfected.
The wife last night hits me with: "Honey, I promised our son I'd take him to the Easter Egg hunt tomorrow morning, but since my hours got switched and I have to open the store, I can't take him, so you'll have to do it."
"Sure." I say. "No problem. Where is it?"
Turns out to be Wal-Mart. God damn, fucking destroyer of life as we know it, promoting-the-shipping-of-American-jobs-to-China Wal-Mart. And to put the icing on the cake, after we arrive, they take the kids out back to the grassy area behind the store and do A FUCKING WAL-MART CHEER!!! The bitch in charge lets out a "Gimme a 'W', Gimme an 'A'..." And I'm mouthing "Gimme a fucking .357 to put you down for good, you dentally challenged, massively overweight pile of useless cellulite" under my breath. My kid shoots me a "Why are you making me go through this shit?" look, and I'm thinking "Skank, shut the fuck up and let the kids go grab the fucking candy, so we can all get the hell outta here."
Then they bring out some loser employee in a pathetic Easter bunny costume that's too short so you can see his made in China $12.99 Wal-Mart gym shoes, and he's not even wearing a mask so you can see that he didn't shave this morning, and when the skank tells all of the kids to gather around him for a group shot, half of them don't want to get within 10 feet of the minimum wage earning dork. Shit, I sure as hell wouldn't.
At least my kid got a ton of free candy...ought to tide him over for the next few weeks.
My wife owes me. Big time.