Tom Kristen returned to his parked truck to finish his journey with a full stomach. He was gone an hour as he completed lunch at a Casino buffet without doing any gambling. Parked next to his vehicle was a well-used, nondescript SUV with 3 adult characters involved. At the wheel was a worn man, and next to him, was an equally high mileaged woman. Outside the car, screaming at her 2 parents was a 250+ pound female who appeared to be in her early thirties. Her aggression was directed at her dumbfounded parents in the front seat. As Tom approached his vehicle, the rants were quite distinct. “WHERE’S THE GOD DAMN CANDY? WHERE’S THE FUCKIN’ CANDY? THESE FUCKIN’ KIDS NEED THEIR FUCKIN’ CANDY!” Tom started to analyze the situation as he looked at all the clues. In the back were 2 kids around 1 and 2 in car seats. Mom was walking around all 5 open doors to try and find their candy. The parents just stared out the windshield and were motionless. Tom came up with this theory: Sometime in the last week, the old guy sold something for around $100. The plan was to go to the casino and turn it into $1,000. Within 30 minutes, they blew it all because they weren’t there when Tom pulled up. The whole family was devastated, and the daughter was unloading on them. The 2 infants looked to Tom to defuse the situation, but past experiences made him very wary of the dangers of interfering in stranger strife. Tom got in his vehicle and slowly backed away from the out of control, irate mother. As he slid backward, only the kids watched him with begging eyes to take them with him. Tom thought to himself, “Don’t worry kids…your government will save you. Just under 2 decades, and you can join any of the armed forces.” “They will be glad to take you away from this dysfunctional life, ship you to another country, and train you to kill other poor souls stuck in their dysfunctional environments; all in the name of patriotism.” And FREE DENTAL. “You’ll be fine.”
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