I should preface thsi to say I am not prejudiced in any way, its just that Mexicans are on my shit list tonight for acting like assholes.
First is at the club, a table full of Mexicans. I walk up, and knowing they dont speak much english, Just sai Hi, wanna dance? He shakes his head and says no english ( which, funny enough, he said perfectly with no accent.) ok. I can deal with this. I know sometimes peopel pretend to not speak English just to be an asshole. I am prepared. I can say dance and $20 in Spanish. SO I did. And then he shakes his head and says No spanish. I said, what, you cant speak english, you cant speak Spanish, what do you speak? He said, I no speak, sorry. I said you think Im stupid right? you think your pretty funny dont you? Whatever, I walk away.
Then I meet 2 Nascar drivers who say their names are Jed and Jim. From Minnasota. Eventually the truth comes out, and I get their real names, which I cannot remember. From Orange County.When asked who wanted the first dance, they both point to each other like morons. Eventually I get one guy to buy the other a dance. He likes it so much, he offers to buy his friend a dance in return. That guy liked his dance so much I take him to VIP. He likes VIP so much he pays for his friend to go to VIP with me. In VIP, they both ask me if they can take thier pants off, to get more comfortable.![]()
THEn Im in the dressing room, curling my hair, when all the sudden, my curling iron exploded. Huge spark, loud pop, and my curling iron literally exploded into pieces. Half my hair is burned. Thank God thoes flying pieces didn't like, lodge into my skull or something. My hair is bad enough.![]()
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After work, I go to Walmart. As Im walking to my car, I notice that the truck in front of me is rammed into my car. The man (a Mexican guy with very bad english)walking away from his truck into Walmart, ans I said " excuse me, is this your truck?" he said yes. I said, well..ya hit me. He says, you were over the line, in my spot, I move you. I said well, you hit me. I need to call the police. He waved his hand and walked away. Whatever asshole, I'll stil be here when you get out of walmart.
SO I call the cops, tell them my car was hit in the parking lot, and the man refused to give me his insurance. While waiting for the police to show up, he comes back out of Walmart. His truck is still rammed into the front of my car. I said Excuse me, the police ar eon the way, I need to file a report, I need yoru insurance. He waved his hand like to wave me off again, and started to get in his truck. I said sir, If you leave, that is a hit and run. You hit my car, the police are comming. I alreayd wrote down yrou lisence plate number.
He started his car and left. What was I gonna do? Not gonna start a fight with a mean asshole at 4am in a deserted parking lot. I waited in the parking lot of Walmart for 2 hours before finaly calling the cops back and sayign never mind. I gotta go home, my frozenfood is thawing out. Luckily my car is ok. The lisence plate on the front dented in, but my car seems unhurt.
Then I get home, and find a big pile of cat puke, which was very strange, and had me worried, it was all food. So as I was cleaning it up, I discovered the culprit. My cat ate a penny, and then threw it up.
Very strange night.


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