the truth never stands in the way of a good story.
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august 19
I told a complete stranger not to fuck with me. I was in the grocery store and there was a guy at the salad bar making a salad for his dinner. An acquaintance of his (I had the impression that they knew one another, but weren't really friends) made a comment about eating and dinner and Mr. Salad said, "I try to have one a day." (I assume he meant salads.) To which, Mr. Moron replied, "Don't you have a wife for that?" (meaning cook dinner) I was steamed but, not knowing these people, I just went about my business. They continued making small talk, discussing divorces and pets. Whatever. As usually happens in grocery stores, I was near these two the for rest of my shopping. Mr. Moron kept making vaguely offensive sexist comments, and Mr. Salad kept smiling and nodding they way you do when you want to be left alone, but don't want to offend. I got in line to pay for my food, put my stuff on the conveyor belt, and Mr. Moron got in line behind me. I didn't think anything of it. When I went to put a divider after my items, I noticed that there weren't any extras, so I just left it. I was just standing there when Moron-Boy placed a box of chocolate cigars from the impulse shopping bin in among my stuff. Whatever, I would just tell the cashier that they weren't mine. Then Moron saw that I was looking and said, "Don't want any chocolate cigars?" "Don't fuck with me." He moved them and didn't say another word. You know, even though it was incredibly rude, it felt really good to tell him off. I would have been happy to have just the story of him making sexist comments about salad-making bein' women's work to tell, but the opportunity to swear at him really made my day. Am I bad? : yesterday : : today : : tomorrow :
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