I was in the city yesterday, and a friend and I stopped at Coffee Place with Frozen Sugary Coffee Dessert Drinks. The great thing about the place we go to is that it has soft chairs, and window seats, which, if we get there in a not-so-busy time, we can get. They always go first.
We didn't get the window seats this time around, but still got cushy seats. There was a couple of teenagers in the window seat, and in the other set of window seats, a woman with a couple of kids who were being loud, and throwing trash around, and generally being unpleasant.
A couple of minutes later, a pregnant woman shows up.
Pregnant bitch: Excuse me, I'd like to sit there.
Teenager: We only just got here. Sorry.
Pregnant bitch: No, I want to sit there. Move. I'm pregnant. I need to sit down.
Teenager: -looks at several other places to sit, quite pointedly-
Pregnant bitch: I want to see the vieeew! I want to peeeopleee watch!
Mother with kids: I don't mind moving (ignoring her children shrieking about not wanting to move).
Pregnant bitch: No, you're a mummy! We mummies deserve respect, you know! They should move for me.
I, being rather impolite, had to be snarky, and say to my friend, "wow, that woman's so entitled! I feel bad for that eventual baby!"
I luckily, just got a glare, and thankfully, the teenagers didn't move! Pregnant bitch had to stomp her ass over to the wood/plastic seats!
We didn't get the window seats this time around, but still got cushy seats. There was a couple of teenagers in the window seat, and in the other set of window seats, a woman with a couple of kids who were being loud, and throwing trash around, and generally being unpleasant.
A couple of minutes later, a pregnant woman shows up.
Pregnant bitch: Excuse me, I'd like to sit there.
Teenager: We only just got here. Sorry.
Pregnant bitch: No, I want to sit there. Move. I'm pregnant. I need to sit down.
Teenager: -looks at several other places to sit, quite pointedly-
Pregnant bitch: I want to see the vieeew! I want to peeeopleee watch!
Mother with kids: I don't mind moving (ignoring her children shrieking about not wanting to move).
Pregnant bitch: No, you're a mummy! We mummies deserve respect, you know! They should move for me.
I, being rather impolite, had to be snarky, and say to my friend, "wow, that woman's so entitled! I feel bad for that eventual baby!"
I luckily, just got a glare, and thankfully, the teenagers didn't move! Pregnant bitch had to stomp her ass over to the wood/plastic seats!
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