I swear, one of these days, I’m going to get my ass kicked.
Tonight, as I was getting off the bus, a woman in her car decided she was too good to wait for the bus to move and she tried to go around it. She did this as I was in the crosswalk and honked at me. Well, I’m not sure if she was honking at the bus or me, but it startled the shit out of me and I froze. People who startle me don’t exactly endear me. So I just stood there in the crosswwalk, and she got furious. I yelled back something about her not being allowed to go around the bus and she just got more angry. I egged her on a little bit, knowing that if she hit me while in a crosswalk, it’s an open and shut lawsuit. I finally gave up and moved on. She yelled something about hitting my “faggot ass” with her car.
That was a mistake.
Say what you want about my ass, but in the words of Michael Thomas Ford, “That’s Mr. Faggot to you.” I won’t put up with shit like that from some piece of latina trash. “Oh no, you didn’t!” I said as I stepped back into the crosswalk and excercised my control of the situation. Keep in mind that while in the crosswalk, she couldn’t budge and It took everything I had no not dive across the hood of her car. She said something about getting her man to beat my faggot ass. Yeah, whatever. But some distant memory of my senior year of high school surfaced and the thought of getting beat up by some trashy chick’s boyfriend just didn’t sound all that appealing, again. So I moved on.
The bus driver watched this whole situation unfold with her mouth agape. She would have been an oustanding witness if this had gone to court.