After-school special
Sunday, Dec. 23, 2007 @ 2:09 p.m.
Really horrible encounter:
"Here, come sit with me."
What I thought: "No, I really don't wanna."
What I said: "Umm... uhh..." (I was trying to be polite. He interrupted a conversation I was having with a couple of friends.)
He pulls me by my jacket sleeve towards him.
"Come here!"
What I thought: "I'd rather get the German measles, the Ebola fever, and be gang-raped by a pack of rabid coyotes all at the same time."
What I said: "......" (still trying to be polite)
"What's your name?"
What I thought: "Fake name."
What I said: "James."
"I have eight Emmies."
What I thought: "Uh... that's nice. But I really don't care."
What I said: "Oh wow, congratulations!"
His friend came up to us. He said, "He's got eight Emmies. You can go home with anybody in this bar, but he's got everything. Don't be stupid."
What I thought: "He can shove all eight of his Emmies up his arse, and I still won't be impressed."
What I said: "I'm really not looking to go home with anybody."
Friend: "Don't be stupid."
What I thought: "Why would I be? I'm not you."
What I said: "....." (I really couldn't think of anything to say)
The Emmy guy: "If you don't want to be with me, it's your loss."
What I thought: "I really don't."
What I said: "I really don't."
He got offended and walked away in a hissy fit.
Moral of the story:
Speak your mind. It'll set you free.
The End.
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