I bet everyone knows a person that people you know have said "One day you're (they're) going to mouth off to the wrong person" Well tonight I got to see a full outcome of this and it was completely entertaining and well deserved.
I have this friend Z (some of you have heard me talk about her) who is the sweetest, nicest, fun-loving girl I have ever known. She's about 5' even and maybe about 100 lbs soak and wet and cute as fucking hell. She's a kidder, joker, and a flirt but she's never malicious or hurtful. Likes everybody and pretty much vice-versa.
Now I know this other girl,(let's call her Jean), I won't call her a friend because welllll...she's just a fucking out and out shitty, snotty self-important, prententious bitch. She only socializes with "certain" people but she will go out of her way to rank on people that she looks down on or that don't meet up to her standards. Every guy I know that she has dated or gone out with has ended dumping her in some major scene that everyone around got to witness whether they wanted to or not. She's about 5'9", 140 - 150, good looking but not as much as she thinks and like I said earlier, just a plain bitch. This is the person of which I have heard so many people say "One day, that bitch is going to mouth off to the wrong person".
OK, to the story, I met up with Z and some other friends after work at the bar where we usually hang out. Z was her usual lively self and full of pep after being couped up for a week sick and making up for it big time. Now as far as I know Z and Jean have never met. I noticed that Jean and some of her snooty friends were sitting toward the back. We sit and drink and laugh it up for a while and Jean and one of her cronnies walk and Jean makes a comment about me "slumming it" for the night. (I have to assume that this comment was made from her dissapproval of the way my friends dress, wear their hair, tats, etc.)
Well the most of the people I'm sitting with hear this and laugh it off and I tell her to go back to her snob brood. Seems it pissed me off more than it did them. We have a couple more beers and Z sees someone she knows and runs off to talk to him.
We talking away and suddenly I hear Z yelling, "Hey lady, I'll talk to who ever the fuck I want to and *something about a stick up the ass* and it's none of your goddamn business". Then Jean to Z, "Listen to me you little midget...". Z to Jean with that "excuse me you asswipe" look in her eyes, "midget?! Real cute". With that and while Jean is still berating her, she grabs the guy by the hand and starts walking him toward us. "Come on over here and meet my friends" I hear Z say to guy. I see Jean has this look on her face like Oh you didn't just turn your back on me.
Now I have seen people turn their backs on Jean and walk away from her during one of her tirades at least a dozen times. Instead of being smart and letting it go, she usually goes turbo in that situation and things get fucked up to all holy hell or the person just keeps walking and Jean berates the fuck out of them until she runs out of breath. That ususally takes quit a while. Then after the person has left, or whether they have left, she will continue to rank on them until she leaves or everyone around her gets sick of listening to it and leaves.
As Z and this guy are walking toward us, Jean reaches and grabs Z by the back on the hair as she is yelling, "Don't you turn your back on me you little bitch". Before I go any further, there's probably more I should mention about Z. Z is a gymnist, Z's father is Martial arts national champion and of course Z was trained thouroughly by him, Z is in shape and Z is as fucking quick as a cat and as mean as snake when she has to be. The two main exercises Jean has partaken in during her life have probably involved mostly her mouth and being a bitch in general. This is the real difference between the two of them in that Jean is just mean and shitty just to be mean and shitty. Z is genuinely nice, so no matter the outcome of any sort altercation between the two of them, Jean will still be the loser just because... well, she's a bitch. Anyway....Jean grabs her hair and starts pulling her back still yelling. If I would of closed my eyes I probably would of missed it, but Z (damn I love her) grabs Jeans hand with both of hers, back flips and plants the heal of the size 5 Doc Martin boot in the middle of Jeans' forehead. If that wasn't cool enough, she continues over, straddles Jeans' arm, Jean still has strands of Zs' hair in her hand, and walks over and twists Jeans arm behind her back, grabs a handful of Jeans hair and starts dragging her toward the exit.
Of course Jean is screaming her head off, but the funny thing is, no one is moving! I don't know if it's shock or entertainment hypnosis, but not even Jeans friends have come to her rescue. Like said, Z can be mean as a snake when she "has" to be, so I get up to go make sure things don't go too far. Z is already at the door with Jeans face pushed against it. Jean keeps trying to stand, but Z keeps kicking her legs out. I see she is whispering in Jeans face when I get close enough and Jean is crying. I hear Jean hiss "fuck you, you little piece of trash".
When I get about an arms length away, Z pushes the door with Jeans face and shoves her out. I grab Z and she turns real quick, if it had been anybody else, they probably would of got clock good. " OK. That's it", I say, "Done?" She just gives me this big ass smile and says "Yep" and gives me a huge hug.
We start walking back to our group and I look outside at Jean and she has a heel print on her forehead. It was all I could do to keep from laughing at her.
We sit back down, drink some more, the cops come and say that Jean wants to press charges. I don't know how police procedure goes in this sort of thing, but everyone that was still there stood up for Z including the bar owner. Plus Z has a patch of hair missing off the back of her head that is still bleeding a bit. There's a little radio back and forth, the police suggest that Jean drop charges or Z is going to press charges and she has a whole lot more people to back up her side of things.
The cops pull me aside, I don't know why, I tell the story again and they both love it. Apparently, they both know Jean and can't stand her. They leave. My friends and I drink a couple more beers. Now Z is laying on my sofa with a gauze pad on the back of her head snoring like a buzzsaw.
Long story, I know, but it was fun. If you read it all, hope you enjoyed it.
Time to go to bed.
I have this friend Z (some of you have heard me talk about her) who is the sweetest, nicest, fun-loving girl I have ever known. She's about 5' even and maybe about 100 lbs soak and wet and cute as fucking hell. She's a kidder, joker, and a flirt but she's never malicious or hurtful. Likes everybody and pretty much vice-versa.
Now I know this other girl,(let's call her Jean), I won't call her a friend because welllll...she's just a fucking out and out shitty, snotty self-important, prententious bitch. She only socializes with "certain" people but she will go out of her way to rank on people that she looks down on or that don't meet up to her standards. Every guy I know that she has dated or gone out with has ended dumping her in some major scene that everyone around got to witness whether they wanted to or not. She's about 5'9", 140 - 150, good looking but not as much as she thinks and like I said earlier, just a plain bitch. This is the person of which I have heard so many people say "One day, that bitch is going to mouth off to the wrong person".
OK, to the story, I met up with Z and some other friends after work at the bar where we usually hang out. Z was her usual lively self and full of pep after being couped up for a week sick and making up for it big time. Now as far as I know Z and Jean have never met. I noticed that Jean and some of her snooty friends were sitting toward the back. We sit and drink and laugh it up for a while and Jean and one of her cronnies walk and Jean makes a comment about me "slumming it" for the night. (I have to assume that this comment was made from her dissapproval of the way my friends dress, wear their hair, tats, etc.)
Well the most of the people I'm sitting with hear this and laugh it off and I tell her to go back to her snob brood. Seems it pissed me off more than it did them. We have a couple more beers and Z sees someone she knows and runs off to talk to him.
We talking away and suddenly I hear Z yelling, "Hey lady, I'll talk to who ever the fuck I want to and *something about a stick up the ass* and it's none of your goddamn business". Then Jean to Z, "Listen to me you little midget...". Z to Jean with that "excuse me you asswipe" look in her eyes, "midget?! Real cute". With that and while Jean is still berating her, she grabs the guy by the hand and starts walking him toward us. "Come on over here and meet my friends" I hear Z say to guy. I see Jean has this look on her face like Oh you didn't just turn your back on me.
Now I have seen people turn their backs on Jean and walk away from her during one of her tirades at least a dozen times. Instead of being smart and letting it go, she usually goes turbo in that situation and things get fucked up to all holy hell or the person just keeps walking and Jean berates the fuck out of them until she runs out of breath. That ususally takes quit a while. Then after the person has left, or whether they have left, she will continue to rank on them until she leaves or everyone around her gets sick of listening to it and leaves.
As Z and this guy are walking toward us, Jean reaches and grabs Z by the back on the hair as she is yelling, "Don't you turn your back on me you little bitch". Before I go any further, there's probably more I should mention about Z. Z is a gymnist, Z's father is Martial arts national champion and of course Z was trained thouroughly by him, Z is in shape and Z is as fucking quick as a cat and as mean as snake when she has to be. The two main exercises Jean has partaken in during her life have probably involved mostly her mouth and being a bitch in general. This is the real difference between the two of them in that Jean is just mean and shitty just to be mean and shitty. Z is genuinely nice, so no matter the outcome of any sort altercation between the two of them, Jean will still be the loser just because... well, she's a bitch. Anyway....Jean grabs her hair and starts pulling her back still yelling. If I would of closed my eyes I probably would of missed it, but Z (damn I love her) grabs Jeans hand with both of hers, back flips and plants the heal of the size 5 Doc Martin boot in the middle of Jeans' forehead. If that wasn't cool enough, she continues over, straddles Jeans' arm, Jean still has strands of Zs' hair in her hand, and walks over and twists Jeans arm behind her back, grabs a handful of Jeans hair and starts dragging her toward the exit.
Of course Jean is screaming her head off, but the funny thing is, no one is moving! I don't know if it's shock or entertainment hypnosis, but not even Jeans friends have come to her rescue. Like said, Z can be mean as a snake when she "has" to be, so I get up to go make sure things don't go too far. Z is already at the door with Jeans face pushed against it. Jean keeps trying to stand, but Z keeps kicking her legs out. I see she is whispering in Jeans face when I get close enough and Jean is crying. I hear Jean hiss "fuck you, you little piece of trash".
When I get about an arms length away, Z pushes the door with Jeans face and shoves her out. I grab Z and she turns real quick, if it had been anybody else, they probably would of got clock good. " OK. That's it", I say, "Done?" She just gives me this big ass smile and says "Yep" and gives me a huge hug.
We start walking back to our group and I look outside at Jean and she has a heel print on her forehead. It was all I could do to keep from laughing at her.
We sit back down, drink some more, the cops come and say that Jean wants to press charges. I don't know how police procedure goes in this sort of thing, but everyone that was still there stood up for Z including the bar owner. Plus Z has a patch of hair missing off the back of her head that is still bleeding a bit. There's a little radio back and forth, the police suggest that Jean drop charges or Z is going to press charges and she has a whole lot more people to back up her side of things.
The cops pull me aside, I don't know why, I tell the story again and they both love it. Apparently, they both know Jean and can't stand her. They leave. My friends and I drink a couple more beers. Now Z is laying on my sofa with a gauze pad on the back of her head snoring like a buzzsaw.
Long story, I know, but it was fun. If you read it all, hope you enjoyed it.
Time to go to bed.
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Re: Hair, what a sweet thought/comment. Though I'd be a little wary, to say the least (of cutting your hair). After all...(and I quote).."Everytime I find someone who cuts hair well, they dissappear"...hmmm ???
If we lived closer I would,of course, do the honours my dear!
YYYYAAAY...finally, a picture. Welcome Mr. Tanar