Before I tell you this story, I would first like to say that I have no problems against Americans at general and I know that most of them are good, decent people (having lived there for a couple of years myself) but the guy in this story is a REAL asshat.
So, on to the story ..
There's a bar/lounge near the store where I worked that my co-workers and I would frequent after work. One night after work I went there with 3 of my co-workers and a mutual friend of ours. Now one of my co-workers is into Punk. Long hair, Punk get up, you know the type. He's a really nice guy, though.
Anyway when we got there, the bar/lounge was packed, as always and so we had to wait to get a table.
Now the bar/lounge had a section at one end that was packed with sofas. To huge, circular sofa things on each end and some semi-circular sofas lined up between the two ends. So anyhoos, we were finally shown to our seat, one of the semi-circular sofas right next to one of the big, circular sofas.
As I was walking to our sofa, I noticed that the big, circular sofas was packed with a bunch of expatriates. Later on I would know that they were Americans. How do I know?
a. Their accents.
b. The aforementioned asshat kept announcing it loud enough for the whole sofa-section to hear.
Anyhoos, I was the first one to reach the sofa with my friends walking behind me. And that's when I heard the asshat yell, "Cut your hair, you fucking hippy!"
I froze, and slowly turned around to look at the asshat. Sure enough, he was looking at my friend, the Punk guy, with a million dollar smirk on his face.
I slowly sat down, chosing the part of the sofa that would allow me to stare at the asshat. My friends didn't say anything, not wanting to upset me anymore than I already was, since I was the only girl in the group, but I knew they were upset.
So I sat there and I glared at him while he continued making comments about how America is the most powerful country in the world and that allows him to do all kind of shit in this country and nobody can stop him etc. etc. etc.
He finally noticed me glaring at him and went, "What the FUCK are you looking at? I CONTROL YOUR COUNTRY!"
Asshat! I would jumped over and tore him a new one if not for my friends stopping me. If he hates this country so much, what the heck is he DOING here?
So, on to the story ..
There's a bar/lounge near the store where I worked that my co-workers and I would frequent after work. One night after work I went there with 3 of my co-workers and a mutual friend of ours. Now one of my co-workers is into Punk. Long hair, Punk get up, you know the type. He's a really nice guy, though.
Anyway when we got there, the bar/lounge was packed, as always and so we had to wait to get a table.
Now the bar/lounge had a section at one end that was packed with sofas. To huge, circular sofa things on each end and some semi-circular sofas lined up between the two ends. So anyhoos, we were finally shown to our seat, one of the semi-circular sofas right next to one of the big, circular sofas.
As I was walking to our sofa, I noticed that the big, circular sofas was packed with a bunch of expatriates. Later on I would know that they were Americans. How do I know?
a. Their accents.
b. The aforementioned asshat kept announcing it loud enough for the whole sofa-section to hear.
Anyhoos, I was the first one to reach the sofa with my friends walking behind me. And that's when I heard the asshat yell, "Cut your hair, you fucking hippy!"
I froze, and slowly turned around to look at the asshat. Sure enough, he was looking at my friend, the Punk guy, with a million dollar smirk on his face.
I slowly sat down, chosing the part of the sofa that would allow me to stare at the asshat. My friends didn't say anything, not wanting to upset me anymore than I already was, since I was the only girl in the group, but I knew they were upset.
So I sat there and I glared at him while he continued making comments about how America is the most powerful country in the world and that allows him to do all kind of shit in this country and nobody can stop him etc. etc. etc.
He finally noticed me glaring at him and went, "What the FUCK are you looking at? I CONTROL YOUR COUNTRY!"
Asshat! I would jumped over and tore him a new one if not for my friends stopping me. If he hates this country so much, what the heck is he DOING here?
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