I had a rather rude awakening this morning. As it turns out, last night, I had parked my car on the kerb not realising it was in the path of someone's gate. I had planned to move it during the night but fell asleep and hence didn't do it.
This morning a fat, ugly chinese woman comes yelling at our gate, ringing the bell repeatedly, shouting the neighbourhood down. When I rushed downstairs, I apologised for what I had done, told her I'd move it immediately and that I'd only ever done it twice. She just shouted some more! Rather than just saying 'can you move it right now' and walking off where I would have quickly followed, she just screamed, 'you stupid! no brains! parking in front of my house! i can't get out, you want me to bang your car is it?' and shouts off down the road about how I have no brains.
So I take my time, get my flip flops and slowly stroll to where my car is.
Obviously, it pisses her off. "Can you walk faster?" she screams. "I'm late for work because of you!" I'm thinking, in that tight strappy top thats too small to cover your large belly and that ridiculous amount of make-up? What do you work as, a hooker??
I keep strolling. "I'm getting there," I say coolly. "There's no need for you to shout and be rude when I'm already on my way there."
"How dare you? You want me to bang your car is it? No brains! Young people like you...." I'd slammed my door in her face, blocking off her bleating.
Up until now I'd always admired the Silver BMW 6.45 that was in our neighbourhood, never knowing who it belonged to. Now the next time I get a chance, hope she doesn't get too shocked if she sees a nice long key scratch along her hood.
This morning a fat, ugly chinese woman comes yelling at our gate, ringing the bell repeatedly, shouting the neighbourhood down. When I rushed downstairs, I apologised for what I had done, told her I'd move it immediately and that I'd only ever done it twice. She just shouted some more! Rather than just saying 'can you move it right now' and walking off where I would have quickly followed, she just screamed, 'you stupid! no brains! parking in front of my house! i can't get out, you want me to bang your car is it?' and shouts off down the road about how I have no brains.
So I take my time, get my flip flops and slowly stroll to where my car is.
Obviously, it pisses her off. "Can you walk faster?" she screams. "I'm late for work because of you!" I'm thinking, in that tight strappy top thats too small to cover your large belly and that ridiculous amount of make-up? What do you work as, a hooker??
I keep strolling. "I'm getting there," I say coolly. "There's no need for you to shout and be rude when I'm already on my way there."
"How dare you? You want me to bang your car is it? No brains! Young people like you...." I'd slammed my door in her face, blocking off her bleating.
Up until now I'd always admired the Silver BMW 6.45 that was in our neighbourhood, never knowing who it belonged to. Now the next time I get a chance, hope she doesn't get too shocked if she sees a nice long key scratch along her hood.
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