Trash at the game!

I picked up some more trash over the weekend. I went to a Cubs game, like all good Chicagoans do in the summer, and I cannot tell you how many trashy people I was forced to tolerate. Here was the highlight...

I had to sit in the bleachers, on account of being cheap, and I was surrounded by the frat pack. These Cincinnati Reds fans dropped the F bomb more times than I could count. I lost track after 35, and that was just in one sentence. Now you might be excusing their crude jive on account of having one too many $10 Coors Light...nope, this trashy frat pack announced they were saving themselves for later that night. How unlucky some poor ladies would be later that night when these idiots would surely try to score.

Behind me I have these baboons and in front is the most adorable 5 year old

with his grandfather and father. I will call him Patrick. He had pop bottle glasses and was being happily entertained by Scooby Doo (old school!!) on an iPad. His dad put head phones on little Patrick so he could hear Scooby and not the R rated chatter two rows behind.

If it were not for Scoob distracting him, this kiddo would have been likely to stand up and demonstrate a different kind of bird!

I was squirming in my seat debating whether or not to turn around and point out there was a kiddo within ear shot. I played out the potential scenario, in my head, and figured I would be laughed at and completely ignored.

I hate when you want to do the right thing and you don't because the offender(s) will most likely tell you to mind your own business and shut up rather than just saying 'Sorry'. I'm no saint, trust me, but these people were just plain trashy. Maybe if these gals had been sitting in front of them they would have shut their foul mouths....

Well, probably not. F*ck that!