I had one day off from my job at the petrol station I work at (I know, gas station, but I have fallen into the habit of calling them petrol stations because I have overseas friends) and to kill time, I decided to lounge about around town, seeing people at my old jobs and have some fun.
Until I decided to go to Wal Mart.
Never have I ever been well and truely offended by something anyone has said to me than when I stepped in there a few weeks ago. Not to mention I was in a shit mood due to a massive hangover.
Now, I erm. How can I put this lightly? I used to self harm. Specifically, cutting. I have tons of scars that I'll keep till the day I die, or finally afford to get a full sleeve to cover them.
So I'm waltzing through the store, and some dumb cunt gets the idea that she thinks it is ok to point that out, quite loudly, and asks "what the fuck happened to your arm?!"
my brain to mouth filter failed. quite horribly. I felt rather ashamed of myself for saying this, but..... it failed. failed harder than Bill Clinton failing to cover up that he got sucked off by Monica Lewinsky.
I snapped, stared at her. You know. "that stare" that the calm ones of us get when we will go off on you.
I said "well, I got horny and fistfucked a porcupine. mind your own business asshole".
I ended up buying two quarts of Schlitz Malt Liquor (32oz 8.2% abv) and downing them just to kill the memory for one night.
Until I decided to go to Wal Mart.
Never have I ever been well and truely offended by something anyone has said to me than when I stepped in there a few weeks ago. Not to mention I was in a shit mood due to a massive hangover.
Now, I erm. How can I put this lightly? I used to self harm. Specifically, cutting. I have tons of scars that I'll keep till the day I die, or finally afford to get a full sleeve to cover them.
So I'm waltzing through the store, and some dumb cunt gets the idea that she thinks it is ok to point that out, quite loudly, and asks "what the fuck happened to your arm?!"
my brain to mouth filter failed. quite horribly. I felt rather ashamed of myself for saying this, but..... it failed. failed harder than Bill Clinton failing to cover up that he got sucked off by Monica Lewinsky.
I snapped, stared at her. You know. "that stare" that the calm ones of us get when we will go off on you.
I said "well, I got horny and fistfucked a porcupine. mind your own business asshole".
I ended up buying two quarts of Schlitz Malt Liquor (32oz 8.2% abv) and downing them just to kill the memory for one night.

That was so totally rude on her part. Good on you for the smart-ass comeback; maybe she'll think next time she goes to open her gob!

to you. Cause honestly? You don't ask that question to total strangers. You really don't even ask that to friends either.
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