As people, we are victms of abuse everyday. Ironically, we are also the victimizers, so I suppose things come full circle, but still. I myself am included in this support group; people treat me like crap all the time! And yes, I'm assure there's some give or take there. I was blown off today. I was harassed by drunken baffoons. I got thrown into a door by more drunken baffoons. I left my bag at a second cup and I will present the consequent interaction in both what was actually said (and I what I was thinking).
Me: Hi, I think I left my bag here.
Awful Coffee-Hawking Shill: You know, you really shouldn't leave your stuff just lying around.
Me: Yeah, well, I went to watch the fireworks and I guess I kinda...(Really? Cause I was kinda thinking it could be a new trend. Like, leaving your bag in a run down, Yanni-playing, whipped-cream-charging bean hole could be the new black this fall.)
ACHS: What did it look like?
Me: It's black. (It looks like the only bag you've found in the last five minutes, dumbass.)
ACHS (looking at my bag on the floor): Does it have a rolled up newspaper in it?
Me: Um, yes? (No, mine is the black bag you've found in the last five minutes with a rolled up can o' whup ass in it.)
ACHS: Here you go.
Me: Thanks. (I fucking hate you. I hope you choke on one of your seventeen dollar pastries you commie bastard.)
I can't believe that happened. I can't believe that I was shamed by the 25 year old son of a Second Cup owner. Mostly, I can't believe that it bugged me so much that I felt the need to write about it. Like those guys that yelled, "Fag!" as they passed. I shouldn't care. They'll wind up cleaning sewers or something. But still, it's just wrong. Alcohol should not be an excuse for being an asshole. If I was someone who didn't drink, that would totally be my reason why: "Actually, I don't drink. I'm protesting all the assholes that do and shout 'Fag' at people." (I don't know why I capitalize Fag, like it's some sort of diety or something...?)
In other news, I bought a second Tori Amos CD. *sigh* And so it begins...
2 comments:
Im not sure which one of you was bitchier, really.....
but then again, your internal dialogue was not presented to the second cup cunt, so you were quite polite Im sure....
I kinda would like to hear their internal dialogue...
I used to spite people who left stuff lying in the pharmacy too, giving them a hard time added a little spark to the otherwise dull day. Plus if you work at a place like second cup, you have no choice but to become a jaded erudite dickwadd anyway.
Wow do Ilove the way you write. So much heinous in this one, but such an eloquent, witty and engaging variety. Sir, I am in your debt. If I'm ever stark raving pissed at someone I'm going to have them stop and wait so I can get you to come and dish out that can o' whoopass in your black bag in the way that only you can. Let me clarify that I do enjoy your writing from the entire spectrum of your emotions, but this entry just tickled me in just the "write" way. (hahahaha...I couldn't resist, I haven't released a pun of that wretched a variety in quite a while...)
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