Geographical Ass Screws up My Day.

Last night, I watched as the Mountain Blew up. (Again) The technical term is Eruption. But what it really did, was make my simple fast day into a long, stressful shitty day. I work at the bottom of a fifty two mile road running up to Mount St. Helens. The Subway I work at is the last fast food joint for fifty miles, so, we will be crowded with all the News Crews, Scientists, and Brain Dead Tourists. (PS> If it’s Tourist Season, Why can’t I shoot one?) So, my day is going to be filled with non English speaking assholes, who spent their whole months rent, and stuffed all six of their screaming children into a station wagon, so that they could come watch the Mountain Blow up. They will assume that eight miles is a safe distance, and that it is a once in a lifetime experience. When in fact, I have seen it four times now, and I am only twenty nine. My day is predestined to suck, thanks to a geographical pain in the ass. I think I will be drinking tonight. Thanks St. Helens!