Attention, Bitches On Train

[bobquasit]

Since some of this may not be entirely appropriate for children, a portion of this post has been made in Super-Secret Invisible Ink (i.e. white).

Hey. Bitch. You with the grey hair and sour face, sitting in the seat in front of us this morning:

Fuck you.

I don't know what her problem was - Sebastian was being quiet. I mean, he was asking questions and talking, but he wasn't being loud at all. Neither was I.

Nonetheless this bitch gave us a dirty look, and with a huge amount of attitude got out of her seat and left the car. What a total bitch.

And the same goes double for the woman in her 50's with short dyed blonde hair who has been glaring at us for no sane reason on two trips now. She was listening to her goddamned CDman the whole way, so I don't have any idea what her problem is. Except that she needs to have her head rearranged with a 2x4.

I'm remarkably protective when it comes to my son. The amount of anger I felt is surprising even to me.

Comments

[tprjones.livejournal.com]

Hey, if she leaves the car, that's a win-win situation. She doesn't have to feel put-upon anymore by the presence of your wee one, and you don't have to have that horrible woman in your vicinity any further.

As to the glaring lady, maybe you should flip her off when Sebastian isn't watching.

Yes, I am immature. I admit it. :)

[bobquasit.livejournal.com]

You're right, but I'm still sort of freaked out by how mad I got. I'm usually pretty patient, but this was like road rage - I just saw red. Wierd.

As for flipping the other woman off, this is the Boston area. I'd have to be ready to get into a fistfight, and with my luck that crone would probably get in a lucky punch and take me. :D