Today I helped my friend Nik learn how to pick up women. It was loads of fun, except for the fact that we didnt pick up any women. Instead, I got a big, fat helping of ugly bitch with a side of mental problems.
We went to CVS pharmacy to use the potty, and the guy had to use his card key to let us in. I go into the women's room where this fat cow is washing her hooves and she yells at me! "Excuse me?! You can have it when I'm done!!!"
Uh, what? ok... I back out and feel very confused, until I hear her ranting to herself that I have no respect for her and yada yada yada. Then confusion turns to flat out Hulk-like anger. She finally comes out and says, "This is a private restroom, so I didn't think someone would be coming (still angrily). Did someone let you in here?!" To which I replied, looking incredulous, "Uh, yeah..." really thinking, "Duh, you fat bitch! Did you think I broke in?!" So she finally fucking leaves, and I go in to find a working lock, right there on the door. How was I to know she was in the restroom? There was no "occupied" sign. WHY DID SHE GET MAD AT ME WHEN SHE DIDN'T LOCK THE DOOR?!?!?! ksdflka;sf. What's worse is the same thing happened to me the day before, except it was a younger bitch.
The moral of the story: Either lock the door, or put a sign up to tell me you're in there, cuz I don't have x-ray vision you dumb broads.
We went to CVS pharmacy to use the potty, and the guy had to use his card key to let us in. I go into the women's room where this fat cow is washing her hooves and she yells at me! "Excuse me?! You can have it when I'm done!!!"
Uh, what? ok... I back out and feel very confused, until I hear her ranting to herself that I have no respect for her and yada yada yada. Then confusion turns to flat out Hulk-like anger. She finally comes out and says, "This is a private restroom, so I didn't think someone would be coming (still angrily). Did someone let you in here?!" To which I replied, looking incredulous, "Uh, yeah..." really thinking, "Duh, you fat bitch! Did you think I broke in?!" So she finally fucking leaves, and I go in to find a working lock, right there on the door. How was I to know she was in the restroom? There was no "occupied" sign. WHY DID SHE GET MAD AT ME WHEN SHE DIDN'T LOCK THE DOOR?!?!?! ksdflka;sf. What's worse is the same thing happened to me the day before, except it was a younger bitch.
The moral of the story: Either lock the door, or put a sign up to tell me you're in there, cuz I don't have x-ray vision you dumb broads.
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She was probably so embarrased she bitched you out rather than take the blame herself.
You're probably right, Martrell. Although that's a pretty crappy reaction to someone walking in on you washing your hands, I can understand where she's coming from. I might have been a bit too harsh when calling her a "fat cow washing her hooves"
*sigh* anger management is harder than it looks.