Are your parents home?
So, didnt make it to big bear, or anywhere exactly. Stupid google sent me on roads that were meant for offroad jeeps, or government vehicles. But I did walk my bike up a ways until I just got sick of the shit.
Had a volunteer chick ring on the doorbell, and ask me if my fucking parents were home. WHUT. THE. FUCK. really lady, and then asked me if I was registered to vote after I told her I had JUST moved here. Sorry, insult kinda pushes me into a zone where I dont want to vote for your precious city council member. have a nice day!
