Mad Woman Caught on Chuck E. Cheese Camera
Dateline --- Round Rock, TX
A woman who reportedly is the mother of two was unknowingly captured on a camera at Chuck E. Cheese shooting the bird to a minor who was apparently barging in on the good times had by the children in her charge. To this reporters knowledge, nothing this shocking has ever been posted to this blog. The children that were under the watchful eyeful of a young lady rumored to be.... well, we will call her CP (to be known henceforth as Mrs. X), display utter shock, horror, and disdain for what is going on. The young man, circled in the bottom right of the inset, whom we can not name because he is a minor (we will call him Chase) is oblivious to the intruder as well his mothers 50% off peace sign that she is flashing at the young intruder yet to be identified.
"Mrs. X has always seemed so responsible and mindful." said the five year old along for this magical ride.
"I knew something looked odd about the hand gesture being used" quoted another parent nearby.
We called Mrs. Xs' home and our call was answered by someone claiming to be Mr. X. He babbled a few incoherent words followed by a Guiness Black and Tan induced burp. As we tried to get more information from him, he gave us a resounding F U and hung up the phone.
It has been speculated that the use of this term is commonplace in the X household. Cursing more than a coven of witches on Halloween, the Xs' are not the most high level communicators and resort to belittling others under duress.
So when in Pattersonville understand that you don't to back either of them into a corner. The 'F-Bombs' fly early and often. God forbid you are in the need of asistance, on any roadside as this family comes riding by. As you wave to try and get their attention, they will be waving back. And their wave will not be indicating that they are number one, nor will they be point you to the right direction. As they pass, it will become abundantly clear what that signal is. Turn it up, turn it down, it sound the same whistling in the wind.
Peace,
or at least half of it anyway.
