Parental Bastards

Being a parent doesn't mean you have to stop walking around naked. You just have to get used to people screaming in horror just because you entered the room.

Sunday Bastards

"Oooh yeah," I said to my peeing dog as I stood in my boxer-briefs after six or so cars drove by and some of that awkward sort of eye contact was exchanged, "Church."

Childish Bastards

I live across the street from an elementary school. I don't have central air so that means the windows are often open and there is no question if it is a school day. There are kids playing, always.

Sitting in our bedroom, Mrs. Bastard and I looked up at the same time as the shrill screaming went on long enough to capture our already-tuning-you-out attention.

"There's always that kid who thinks screaming is fun," I said.

"Ugh, I think I was that kid." She admitted.

"Good think we didn't meet in elementary school."

She agreed. It wouldn't have worked.

Serious Bastards

An actual exchange I had at work while manning the facebook chat with a random nerd. This is the first time he contacted us:

Random person: Do you guys buy Magic the Gathering cards?

Me: We do. Bring your cards in and we fill out a form. We have a guy who prices them (who is not me), he usually get back to you within a day or two with an offer for store credit or cash.

Random Person: What do you think my collection is worth?

Me: You would have to bring them in to get that answered by our guy who knows Magic cards.

Random Person: Could I just tell you what I have?

Me: You could, but again, I am not familiar with Magic cards. You're going to have to bring them in. Have a good day.

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Here's the thing about some of the people who play Magic--they do not care in the least that I don't play. They are still going to tell me about their cards and why they are awesome in the combination they have arranged.

If someone asks, "Do you play Magic?" that means I am about to hear about deck arrangements no matter what I say.

"God, no! Can't stand the game. The people who play it are even worse."

"Yeah? Well, my red-blue deck is defense heavy but if I can get this one artifact out and in play..."

Bastard of a Mood

I know I am a certain kind of a mood when I am annoyed I can't take my dog to work with me. It's not the kind of mood where I tell myself, "Go ahead! Speak your mind! Good things will come from your honesty."

Maybe the guy who get's a call from his wife won't come in today. Every time he comes in he drools over the cards behind the glass, his wife calls and the its:

"I'm at the bowling alley!" (there's only one in town and it is notorious for it's shoddy cellular service. If you ask if what the WiFi password is, the answer is "Ha!"

"I told you I have to stop at the bank first!" (the store is right next to the bank).

"I've hit every red light. I'm like three minutes away." I suspect he lives fairly close.

He always pays cash. When I offer a receipt he laughs and says to burn the evidence. He tries to joke about his wife being a ball buster. Today is not the day to point out he has something to do with that.

A lot of dysfunction walks through the door--we're open to the public after all but on days when I'm already low on energy it takes a lot more out of me to bare witness to it all let alone help them with their purchases.

Here is your $12 Magic card. A game meant to be fun and not to foster resentment between people. And it's no problem, I'll burn the receipt.