fucking prick
Dec. 2nd, 2004 07:35 pmAt the snackshop I encountered some weirdo who skipped in front of me in line, just as I stood up again to have my order taken. He turned out to talk english, and the people working at that snackshop stayed out of it. The asshole seemed to enjoy making me feel like a nobody. I pointed out that I had a back problem and that I couldn't wait while standing. And that it would be polite to not skip on front of someone.
He just put on mode="agressive" and was about ready to hit me, I had the feeling.
"Are you trying to tell me something?" he asked in a very agressive way.
"No, I am merely trying to point out.."
"That sounds like you have a problem!"
"...that it isn't very polite not to wait your turn."
I was ready to shout "Just because you have a british accent, doesn't mean you have to act like a fucking hooligan" but I didn't think he was worth it. I guess that would have ended in a fight, and I doubt the fucking bastard would have fought like a girl.
When he left, I had sat down again and he bit "well enjoy your back problem" before walking to the door. When I finally did get my order taken he of course made no room for me to pay, and I had the expression he actually leaned towards me to make me feel awkward.
It all made me feel very nauseated with anger (which is probably why anger leads to the Dark Side because nobody likes being nauseated) and I so had to keep my face, and breathing, under control. I would not grant the fucking bastard the satisfaction of seeing me get all red or be hurt. But I couldn't call him all the fucking names I wanted to because he would have fucking hit me.
What a fucking prick.
He just put on mode="agressive" and was about ready to hit me, I had the feeling.
"Are you trying to tell me something?" he asked in a very agressive way.
"No, I am merely trying to point out.."
"That sounds like you have a problem!"
"...that it isn't very polite not to wait your turn."
I was ready to shout "Just because you have a british accent, doesn't mean you have to act like a fucking hooligan" but I didn't think he was worth it. I guess that would have ended in a fight, and I doubt the fucking bastard would have fought like a girl.
When he left, I had sat down again and he bit "well enjoy your back problem" before walking to the door. When I finally did get my order taken he of course made no room for me to pay, and I had the expression he actually leaned towards me to make me feel awkward.
It all made me feel very nauseated with anger (which is probably why anger leads to the Dark Side because nobody likes being nauseated) and I so had to keep my face, and breathing, under control. I would not grant the fucking bastard the satisfaction of seeing me get all red or be hurt. But I couldn't call him all the fucking names I wanted to because he would have fucking hit me.
What a fucking prick.
I sympathize
Date: 2004-12-02 08:48 pm (UTC)I wish you could have squirted something onto his footie shirt. Or just puked on his shoes.
I hate them. Yes, hate.
Sorry some big dick with a little one wrecked your snack. Pinkeltje, perhaps?
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Date: 2004-12-02 08:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-12-02 11:45 pm (UTC)-Sna
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Date: 2004-12-03 10:19 am (UTC)The most annoying thing is, he got away with it! That nobody did a thing!
And I can only agree that it is admirable that you stayed calm.