Yesterday, I was extremely confrontive with a woman at the bank. I'd had a productive, but slightly frustrating day at work and I was in no mood to deal with anymore self-indulgence or senses of entitlement (other people's, that is).
So when this fucking douchecanoe in an SUV pulled into the handicapped stall without a stucker permitting her this privilege, I was already primed for her. I watched her get out of the SUV and give a bowl of something to her friend in the SUV parked next to her, before she came into the bank and took her place in line behind me in front of the ATMs.
I looked at her and said, "You know that's a handicapped stall."
"Yes," she said.
"You don't have a sticker," I observed.
She avoided eye contact. "It's inside (the car)," she replied.
Normally, I would have left it at that, allowing her to wallow in her shame and the knowledge that she had been caught in a lie.
But yesterday, I just couldn't.
So I said
"You are so full of shit."
She clicked her tongue, sighed and rolled her eyes. But she didn't argue with me. And that's key.
Stupid yuppie bitch. God forbid you should ever actually need to use one of those parking stalls legitimately, you twunt.
1 comment:
She will when I break her knees-! Goon on you! I know people who have been given tickets for making a 3-point turn in a handicapped spot, or ticketed for parking in one even though the place of business was closed...
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