A new addition to the "Beeping Bastards" a.k.a. "The Beeping Bitch"

I'm sure I've mentioned previously that I live in - what i call - the smallest of small towns, Nanty Glo, PA. I also happen to have residence across from a garage style building which houses the town's snow plows. YAY me, you're probably thinking. She probably gets her road plowed perfectly, you're thinking.

YOU ARE WRONG.

My roads are caked with sludge and ice. It absolutely sucks. But, that is not the point of this blog. The point is the snow plows. They've been annoying me and Mom since we moved here last summer. In fact, we've nicknamed them "The Beeping Bastards" because when they park at night they pull directly into the garage... which means when they leave the next morning (some time around 5am or before depending on the weather) we hear "beep beep beep beep beep beep"

It's like having our own alarm... one that we cannot turn off. It doesn't stop and they never shut up. Throughout the day as they come back for salt and take lunch breaks or whatever, we hear "beep beep beep beep beep!" And since our walls are paper-thin it's like the trucks are right in the apartment with us. Like I said, it sucks.

That sound has become so hated in our household, that whenever we hear it we visibly cringe.

So, when we went to Walmart last week, we had a problem...

Wait, let me back track a few days, because I'm sure you're confused at how the beeping bastards are connected to Walmart.





Well... My mom fell down our stairs a few Mondays ago. We have a lot of steps and I bet she fell down at least 8 of them. She pulled a muscle in her arm from trying to catch herself and fell directly on her bad leg. See, my mom had a bunch of accidents when she was younger; all involving vehicles of some kind (motocycles and cars). SO, her leg was already messed up to begin with. After the fall, she couldn't even walk without using her crutches.

She called off work, but we still had to head to Walmart to get food and Advil.

And when we got there I suggested she use one of those motor carts... the ones that old people ride around in :D

It took some prodding, because my mom hates the idea of having to use those things, but she eventually agreed.

Everything was going fine too, until we got to the frozen food section and Mom needed to find her Egg-O's. She went too far down the aisle and had to back up... and that's when we heard it.

"Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep!"

Everytime Mom backed up, the motor cart screamed the same noise that had become a living nightmare to both of us.

I made a video of it on my phone, but i can't get it to load properly right now. I'll keep trying so I can post it here. But until then, enjoy the picture of my mom, The Beep Bitch *grin*

Until Next Time,
Stasia Porter

PS And I'd like to add that my mom is in perfect health now (or as perfect as a person can get). Her leg is healed, she's not longer using crutches/motor carts and is back at work.