It was my commute home this evening and I was sporting a bad attitude. As I walked away from the T station I felt someone behind me press into my bag, and as I turned around he scoffed, "excuse me." But it didn't take a rocket scientist to tell he was being insincere.
That. Was. IT.
"Excuse you!" Oh yes, I went there girlfriend. And it felt warm and fuzzy, I have to say. Until...
"Bitchy bitchy!" he replied, which didn't feel as warm and fuzzy, in fact not at all. I noted he curiously refrained from administering this insult in its noun form, which in my opinion would have been far more hurtful than the adjective. Perhaps he sensed I'd been having a rough day; perhaps he understood I was merely acting bitchy and therefore not truly a bitch, hence his shrewd choice in phrasing.
Or perhaps he's just a creepy dude who pushes into ladies on the sidewalk. And so tonight, this is why YOU sir, are a big old douchebag. Er, bottle. Haven't you ever wondered why they just don't go ahead and call it a douchebottle? After all, technically I believe that's exactly what it is. And...I digress.
They used to be a sort of bag, like a hot water bottle. You kept it in the bathroom and could re-use it. Confused the utter hell out of me as a kid, as I couldn't figure out why a hot water bottle was hanging from the towel rack.
Posted by: Donna | October 02, 2008 at 10:39 PM
Well, at least a prostitute didn't call you a bitch after you yelled at her to stop having sex on the side of your house!! True story! That comment cut like a knife....
Posted by: Sissy | October 03, 2008 at 08:27 AM
Do you feel the need to vent lately...? 3 posts in a row! My goodness. I think someone needs a big glass of wine this evening.
Posted by: Amy | October 03, 2008 at 10:17 AM
I think someone needs a hug from her mother! did you get the kiss and the hug....love, me
Posted by: ma | October 04, 2008 at 12:15 AM
Thanks mama, I got it. xoxo
Posted by: The Odd Broad | October 05, 2008 at 10:12 PM