Things to do today:
Go to work and talk about comics, RPG's, and other geeky goodness. check
Get told that I won't be on the minimum starting wage at the job, that I'm 'coming along nicely' by the boss, and get a couple of movie passes in my meager first paycheque check
Get harassed by a little group of guidos on the bus and get punched in the face. check
Have a sandwich. check X 2
/ Yeah, you read the second last point there right. The nitty gritty details:
I get on the bus home from work, and the bus is pretty full (with S.Paddy's day was my assuming why) and I end up sitting near the back. I sit and try and get some reading done, and these clowns who stink of designer imposter cologne start in on with the gum-flapping. I'm assuming they were doing it before I was there too, but even over my headphones I could hear them jabbering epithets at other passengers, and the one started in on me with 'what'choo lookin' at" I ignored him, using the headphones as a nice justification for my ignorance. This guy keeps on the whole trip, with them spouting off stuff that I assume is supposed to get a rise out of their fellow troglodytes, things like 'fagget' (I know I spelled it wrong, but thats how the dullards spell it, so it kind of gives a better idea of the way they were saying it) There were three of them, and at the stop right before mine, the fellow in the seat facing me got up to leave, and the mouthy kid took his spot, and then leaned right in towards me and with his acne-marred grotty little sneer inquired "what'choo lookin' at?" Now I know enough about body language to know that no matter what I said, he was going to make an issue of it. So I looked him square in the eyes, and said (I'm not sure if I cracked a little grin when I said it):
"All those pimples"
The guy used this as a justification and got to his feet and gave me a smack. I'm not sure if it was a punch or a slap, because it didn't really hurt all that much. He then started in with the trash talk, and his friends got primed to jump in, when the person who was previously occupying the seat (and who was also getting shit talked to before) came back and got right in the little fuckers face, which was a nice evening of the odds. I seriously considered just letting loose, but thought that best case, I'd thrash them, and end up having to spend the rest of my night talking with cops, and worse case, I'd get a beating or stabbing and look like shit for work tomorrow. So, I just sort of smiled at the little prick, in that way where it's condescending enough to let them know that they don't even rate worthy of even getting their asses kicked by me. But yeah, that was the little oddity of my night. Situations like that make me relish my self control.
Go to work and talk about comics, RPG's, and other geeky goodness. check
Get told that I won't be on the minimum starting wage at the job, that I'm 'coming along nicely' by the boss, and get a couple of movie passes in my meager first paycheque check
Get harassed by a little group of guidos on the bus and get punched in the face. check
Have a sandwich. check X 2
/ Yeah, you read the second last point there right. The nitty gritty details:
I get on the bus home from work, and the bus is pretty full (with S.Paddy's day was my assuming why) and I end up sitting near the back. I sit and try and get some reading done, and these clowns who stink of designer imposter cologne start in on with the gum-flapping. I'm assuming they were doing it before I was there too, but even over my headphones I could hear them jabbering epithets at other passengers, and the one started in on me with 'what'choo lookin' at" I ignored him, using the headphones as a nice justification for my ignorance. This guy keeps on the whole trip, with them spouting off stuff that I assume is supposed to get a rise out of their fellow troglodytes, things like 'fagget' (I know I spelled it wrong, but thats how the dullards spell it, so it kind of gives a better idea of the way they were saying it) There were three of them, and at the stop right before mine, the fellow in the seat facing me got up to leave, and the mouthy kid took his spot, and then leaned right in towards me and with his acne-marred grotty little sneer inquired "what'choo lookin' at?" Now I know enough about body language to know that no matter what I said, he was going to make an issue of it. So I looked him square in the eyes, and said (I'm not sure if I cracked a little grin when I said it):
"All those pimples"
The guy used this as a justification and got to his feet and gave me a smack. I'm not sure if it was a punch or a slap, because it didn't really hurt all that much. He then started in with the trash talk, and his friends got primed to jump in, when the person who was previously occupying the seat (and who was also getting shit talked to before) came back and got right in the little fuckers face, which was a nice evening of the odds. I seriously considered just letting loose, but thought that best case, I'd thrash them, and end up having to spend the rest of my night talking with cops, and worse case, I'd get a beating or stabbing and look like shit for work tomorrow. So, I just sort of smiled at the little prick, in that way where it's condescending enough to let them know that they don't even rate worthy of even getting their asses kicked by me. But yeah, that was the little oddity of my night. Situations like that make me relish my self control.
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I'm at my school's library, actually. I'm still internet-less m'self. I hope your day didn't involve bloodshed, dear. I miss you. May I sell naked pictures of myself for money so that we can move in together?