As "Hunter" by 30 Seconds to Mars fades and Ludacris sings "I feel like slappin' somebody today. Slap slap", I'm not in the mood for the pale shenanigans.I'm cranky. I've had a shit day at work and I'm running late for class. I'm waiting for the express train during rush hour. The platform isn't super crowded but the local train arrives and people file out to wait for the express.
Most people find a place to stand behind those of us who have obviously been standing there but when the train arrives, this fucking privileged Becky decides to scoot her little ass in front of everyone as we stand to the side to allow people off. She stands directly in front of me and swings her hair.
Bitch, whet!?!?!
It takes everything in me not to grab her by her fucking hair but I cannot control myself, "No bitch! Not today!" I say as I push her pale ass to the side and get on the train. It's almost comical the indignation on her face. I shake my head.
As I pull out my iPad to read, I feel something on my bare leg. I look down and realize it's the foot of the pigment deficient bitch sitting in the seat in front of me. She's sitting with her legs crossed, on the train, during rush hour. You've got to be fucking kidding me. No patience left. "Ma'am can you get you're fucking foot offa me!?" She kicks me again. I kick the fuck out of her and then push her foot to uncross her legs.
Not today bitch! Not today!
She stares at me in disbelief with her mouth agape.
I tilt my head to the side like that auntie uncle man from scared straight.
"What?!"
She averts her eyes and gets off the train when the doors open.
I snuggle into her vacated seat with a smile and continue reading my book.
*Ding dong*
Thank you for riding the MTA.
Lmaooooo I'm in tears... But I do hate when they do that shit... That's why they get pushed on the tracks, for BS like that
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