Okay, this happened last night and I'm still furious. I didn't feel like going out last night, so I though I would stick around the apartment, make myself some Spaghetti (no one makes it better than me), and chill out. However, I found out I was missing some garlic so I went to the store, bought the garlic, as well as a bottle of coke.
On the way back (I was walking since the store is about 2 blocks away), in the parking lot, a big group of guys in a car yell out "LOSEERRR...GET A LIFE". I look at them and roll my eyes, and keep walking.
So then the bastards stop the car and four of them get out. I keep walking. They call out to me "Hey buddy, we wanna talk to you". I know what they wanna do, so I just keep walking.
"Hey spic, stop for a sec". They run up to me. "Hey spic....whats in the bag" (they are all white by the way...young punks of about 17 or 17. I am latino, but am so white looking that nobody ever thinks i am latin..somehow, these guys knew!)
Me: "Just some garlic"
Them: "What are you using the garlic for spic"
Me: "Im hunting some vampires later...wtf do you think im using it for" (I know, I got lippy, but I couldnt help it).
Them: "Think your a fvcking cool guy huh"
Me: "C'mon guys Ive had a rough day.....Ive just found Draculas lair"
Them: "You got something else in there ass....let me see"
Me: "Just some garlic and stakes, let me show you" THEN I SWING THE FREAKIN BAG WITH THE COKE BOTTLE AT HIM , HIT HIM IN THE SOLAR PLEXUS AND COMPLETELY WIND THE MOTHER FvCKER.
I then ran as fast as I could into the mall...they didn't chase me.
WTF is with this crap man...why do people have to do things like this. I was just trying to make my spaghetti and relax. Then, after I got home, the coke fizzed up on me. God damn it
Pancho
On the way back (I was walking since the store is about 2 blocks away), in the parking lot, a big group of guys in a car yell out "LOSEERRR...GET A LIFE". I look at them and roll my eyes, and keep walking.
So then the bastards stop the car and four of them get out. I keep walking. They call out to me "Hey buddy, we wanna talk to you". I know what they wanna do, so I just keep walking.
"Hey spic, stop for a sec". They run up to me. "Hey spic....whats in the bag" (they are all white by the way...young punks of about 17 or 17. I am latino, but am so white looking that nobody ever thinks i am latin..somehow, these guys knew!)
Me: "Just some garlic"
Them: "What are you using the garlic for spic"
Me: "Im hunting some vampires later...wtf do you think im using it for" (I know, I got lippy, but I couldnt help it).
Them: "Think your a fvcking cool guy huh"
Me: "C'mon guys Ive had a rough day.....Ive just found Draculas lair"
Them: "You got something else in there ass....let me see"
Me: "Just some garlic and stakes, let me show you" THEN I SWING THE FREAKIN BAG WITH THE COKE BOTTLE AT HIM , HIT HIM IN THE SOLAR PLEXUS AND COMPLETELY WIND THE MOTHER FvCKER.
I then ran as fast as I could into the mall...they didn't chase me.
WTF is with this crap man...why do people have to do things like this. I was just trying to make my spaghetti and relax. Then, after I got home, the coke fizzed up on me. God damn it
Pancho