imagoldfish

I verbally bitchslapped a guy at the bar tonight. It was awesome. My friend and I were sitting at a table, and the table next to us was occupied by a bunch of fucking frat boys. So one of them leans over and sticks his empty pitcher on our table. So I pointedly carry it over to the bar (what were you, raised in a barn?!?). A few seconds later, they toss a soggy napkin onto our table. Now, to be fair, the tables are little squares, and we're using two when really we only need one. But whatever, I'm a fucking cripple. I do what I want. Anyhow, after the napkin, my temper started to flare a bit, and I thought, just one more fuckers, I fucking dare you. Soon enough, another pitcher arrives. I'm pissed now. augustine is like, dude, don't start a fight. Not advisable when you're in a knee brace. But I'm biding my time. A minute later, one of them gets up to go to the bathroom. He comes back, and I'm all, "Hey, excuse me..." He leans over, and I say "So, perhaps you were under the mistaken impression that our table was your trash can, but um, it's not." To his credit, he replied with, "Fair enough", and immediately collected his trash. Nonetheless, everything inside me was screaming SMACKDOWN! WHO'S THE BITCH NOW!
It felt great.
Meanwhile, I might be losing my head a little bit. I'm such a sucker for flattery and a pretty face. Yarrr.

Edit:
Oh, I'm in trouble now. Damn.