Don't Stare & Mind Your Own Beeswax
i am not really sure what's wrong with people. i don't. for example, no matter where we go, people seem to stare. now lest you think we're a couple of supermodels, you would be dead wrong. adorable hubby is tall and looks like a football player. me, i'm short and well, overweight. so we're not good looking or stunning or really that interesting looking in my opinion.
nor are we sporting tails or horns or anything like that. but people stare. it's weird. maybe because i have a loud voice and it tends to carry. not sure. anyway, we go to dinner at bravo!, after seeing brokeback mountain (yay, we liked it a lot--ang lee really knows how to make an excellent, quiet movie, and we can almost forgive him for the psychobabble that was the hulk). and we're just sitting in the lobby and this cheap looking white trash whore, wearing a super short skirt, who looked maybe 20 and was with a guy that looked like was 50, were attached at the hip, with her arms circling his neck. you could not have gotten a piece of plastic wrap between the two, trust me.
and she's staring and staring and staring like i'm going to steal her old man, and i do mean old man. and i want to say, "listen sweetie, my hubby is like a million times more adorable than than that geezer you're draped on." so, we get seated and unfortunately, white trash whore and geezer ebenezer are seated at a table that is like right on the other side of this short wall/divider thing, so they can clearly hear our conversation, see our table, etc.
so, we're with our dear friends, d & j (delightful people), having this nice dinner and white trash whore keeps turning around and looking at us. now, i admit, i'm outspoken, to the point of being rude some times, but you know, the people who stop the minute they walk into a store or leave their fuckin' grocery cart in the middle of the aisle, need to be told, "hey, don't mind the rest of us. just stand there. just leave your cart wherever you feel like."
i have to say this, i lost it. i actually pointed at the white trash whore with my fork no less and said loudly, "stop staring at us and turn around." i can't remember the last time i actually did something like that, but i'm known for speaking my mind (surprise!) and confronting people that act hideously in public, like white trash whore.
so, if you're out and see me, don't stare and mind your fucking beeswax.
i am not really sure what's wrong with people. i don't. for example, no matter where we go, people seem to stare. now lest you think we're a couple of supermodels, you would be dead wrong. adorable hubby is tall and looks like a football player. me, i'm short and well, overweight. so we're not good looking or stunning or really that interesting looking in my opinion.
nor are we sporting tails or horns or anything like that. but people stare. it's weird. maybe because i have a loud voice and it tends to carry. not sure. anyway, we go to dinner at bravo!, after seeing brokeback mountain (yay, we liked it a lot--ang lee really knows how to make an excellent, quiet movie, and we can almost forgive him for the psychobabble that was the hulk). and we're just sitting in the lobby and this cheap looking white trash whore, wearing a super short skirt, who looked maybe 20 and was with a guy that looked like was 50, were attached at the hip, with her arms circling his neck. you could not have gotten a piece of plastic wrap between the two, trust me.
and she's staring and staring and staring like i'm going to steal her old man, and i do mean old man. and i want to say, "listen sweetie, my hubby is like a million times more adorable than than that geezer you're draped on." so, we get seated and unfortunately, white trash whore and geezer ebenezer are seated at a table that is like right on the other side of this short wall/divider thing, so they can clearly hear our conversation, see our table, etc.
so, we're with our dear friends, d & j (delightful people), having this nice dinner and white trash whore keeps turning around and looking at us. now, i admit, i'm outspoken, to the point of being rude some times, but you know, the people who stop the minute they walk into a store or leave their fuckin' grocery cart in the middle of the aisle, need to be told, "hey, don't mind the rest of us. just stand there. just leave your cart wherever you feel like."
i have to say this, i lost it. i actually pointed at the white trash whore with my fork no less and said loudly, "stop staring at us and turn around." i can't remember the last time i actually did something like that, but i'm known for speaking my mind (surprise!) and confronting people that act hideously in public, like white trash whore.
so, if you're out and see me, don't stare and mind your fucking beeswax.
posted by the princess at 12/30/2005
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