Be Careful What You Spit For… March 11, 2010
Posted by katie @ k.c.i.d. in Uncategorized.7 comments
I mean REALLY???
I have a confession to make. There is nothing that annoys me more than underage, spoiled, obnoxious bitches that have to do nothing other than go to class and not exceed the spending limit on their daddy’s credit card. (Sidenote: yes, I appreciate the irony because I used to be one of these people, although I like to think that I did not take it for granted the way that these entitled whorebags do…) Anyway, they are everywhere down here – mostly at the beach, mostly in bathing suits with perfectly highlighted hair and funky accessories (even though they’re going SWIMMING…), and mostly riddling holes into my already shaky self-confidence with their itsy-bitsy teeny-weeny freakin’ obnoxiously small bikinis. And they’re just sooooooo completely oblivious to anyone and everyone else in existence that might not directly be serving whatever is on their agenda.
SO, the other day we were down by the beach at a funky little sandwich shop that had been highly recommended by one of the BF’s coworkers. It was easy to see when we first drove by that this was definitely a surfer/beach girl hangout. I was still in scrubs and really in no mood to be surrounded by tiny people in cutie little bathing suits with their perfectly tousled beach girl hairstyles while I plowed a colossal sub into my face, but whatevs. So we pull into the parking lot and there are two empty spaces right at the end of the lot. There was a car directly behind us that pulled into the spot beside us at almost the exact same time that we pulled into our spot. I look over and driving the brand new Jetta (with the rims all scuffed up from drunken driving adventures no doubt) next to us is “that girl”… Freshly highlighted hair with a little headband, designer-ish halter top, big fashionable sunglasses, fresh make-up… this chick has done nothing all day but roll out of bed and “get ready” to go to lunch with her friend. I am instantly annoyed when I see her, but even more so when she completely disregards the fact that my door was half way open when she flung her door open and right into the path of my door. No prob. I’LL WAIT. So I close my door and give her an evil glare – which she of course did not see because I do not exist in her universe. AND THEN this bitch just half spits/half plops a big wad of gum out of her trampy mouth and RIGHT into the middle of the walkway between our two cars. I INSTANTLY start stringing together expletives and various other phrases that properly conveyed my disgust, but of course she didn’t hear me because my door was closed.
Now I know that gum gets stale, and I realize that they were going into a restaurant to eat and the gum needed to come out sooner or later, but let me just outline what made this whole event quite so upsetting to me… there was a patch of grass no further than 4.5 feet from where this skankbucket got out of her car and plopped this huge wad of ripe, sticky gum. There was also a trash can directly beside the entrance of the restaurant, and a napkin on her dashboard. PLUS, we pulled into these parking places at the exact same time – she knew we’d be getting out and walking there for fuck’s sake! Where she spit this gum was directly where my foot would have landed when I got out of the car, and that nasty disease-filled wad would have created the biggest stickiest nastiest mess ever, had I not seen her do it. And I’m tellin’ you – this gum was fresh. It was definitely at the point where it would have created those big sticky strings when you lift up your foot just after you step on it… Ugh – that’s the kind of crap that’ll just start your day on a downhill slide. And should I (or any other unsuspecting sandwich shop patron) suffer for one lazy person’s self-absorbed thoughtlessness??? I think not.
Now I ask you – and bear in mind this misguided chick’s blatant disregard for other human beings & the fact that I mostly likely saved some poor sap from a gum wad on their shoe/in their car - is it wrong that I took a napkin from my glovebox, picked up that sticky wad, and placed it ever-so-lovingly in the middle of her windshield?…
