So my husband and I have been picking out of the crowd of common Infected SCs some more specialized categories - the ones that don't show up all that often; but when they do, you just know they're going to make your day a whole hell of a lot worse than it already is.
The Witch: seems innocuous enough at first; may be having a pleasant conversation together until you say *one thing* wrong or explain why you can't accede to a request; then Total Explosion of Fury.
The Spitter: is having a bad day and intends to spread it as far and wide as possible. Will take their vitriol out on the deli slicer, the stocker, the cashier and the bagger, leaving behind puddles of frustration and tears when they saunter out the doors.
The Boomer: complains loudly and angrily about anything that they don't like; getting their tag-along friends involved in the argument when they don't get their own way.
And yesterday's limited-edition that launched a sneak-attack on my husband when he stopped for gas: the Princess.
The Princess is high-school or college-age, (commonly but not necessarily just females) who feels entitled to anything they want and feels justified in taunting, abusing, and sending their lackeys to attack others around them. Case in point: yesterday evening.
DH had been sitting in line behind several cars, waiting for the gas pump. Just as it was his turn to fuel and he started to pull up, a girl flashed around him in her car, cutting in line to park at the pump.
Princess: *yelling* We got it first! We got it first!
DH: Shut the hell up!
Princess: You can't talk to me like that! *sends her boyfriend out to 'deal' with the insubordinate attitude of the guy she just cut in front of*
Now, my DH is about 5'11 and a fairly hefty guy. The boyfriend, from what he said, was about 5'2 and just as scrawny as the Princess. And so...
DH: *to the guy* Do you really want to do this?
Princess: *shrieking* Kick his ass! He can't talk to me like that! Kick his ass!
DH: *to the guy* Your girlfriend's about to get the floor mopped with your face.
Apparently the boyfriend then reconsidered his actions and got back in the car with the Princess. They then left the gas station completely without refueling. Score one for the Survivors!
The Witch: seems innocuous enough at first; may be having a pleasant conversation together until you say *one thing* wrong or explain why you can't accede to a request; then Total Explosion of Fury.
The Spitter: is having a bad day and intends to spread it as far and wide as possible. Will take their vitriol out on the deli slicer, the stocker, the cashier and the bagger, leaving behind puddles of frustration and tears when they saunter out the doors.
The Boomer: complains loudly and angrily about anything that they don't like; getting their tag-along friends involved in the argument when they don't get their own way.
And yesterday's limited-edition that launched a sneak-attack on my husband when he stopped for gas: the Princess.
The Princess is high-school or college-age, (commonly but not necessarily just females) who feels entitled to anything they want and feels justified in taunting, abusing, and sending their lackeys to attack others around them. Case in point: yesterday evening.
DH had been sitting in line behind several cars, waiting for the gas pump. Just as it was his turn to fuel and he started to pull up, a girl flashed around him in her car, cutting in line to park at the pump.
Princess: *yelling* We got it first! We got it first!
DH: Shut the hell up!
Princess: You can't talk to me like that! *sends her boyfriend out to 'deal' with the insubordinate attitude of the guy she just cut in front of*
Now, my DH is about 5'11 and a fairly hefty guy. The boyfriend, from what he said, was about 5'2 and just as scrawny as the Princess. And so...
DH: *to the guy* Do you really want to do this?
Princess: *shrieking* Kick his ass! He can't talk to me like that! Kick his ass!
DH: *to the guy* Your girlfriend's about to get the floor mopped with your face.
Apparently the boyfriend then reconsidered his actions and got back in the car with the Princess. They then left the gas station completely without refueling. Score one for the Survivors!
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