Within a thirty foot radius there are two people on the phone. I can hear both of them very clearly. So can people in the next area code.
They are arguing.
During one of the commingling conversations one woman looked at the other.
“What the fuck are you looking at, bitch?”
For the next two minutes here is the conversation,
“Fuck you. No, not you.”
“Fuck me? Fuck you! No, not you, I’m talking to that bitch.”
“Who you calling bitch, bitch? No! I’m NOT talking to you.”
I was witnessing the creation of the quadgument.
Little by little the woman got closer to each other. The fact they also got louder was not lost on anyone.
They are now standing phone to phone, alternating their anger, until, as if on cue, they both said,
“I’ll fucking talk to you later!”
Then close their phones, glare at each other, rear back and throw their phones at each other.
They both missed but one traveled far enough to smash into the windshield of a car.
Which, as you’d expect, caused another multi-party argument because they each blamed the damage on the other party.
6 responses so far ↓
Taoist Biker // July 1, 2009 at 2:42 pm |
The fact that they chose ~$100 ammunition for their exchange only validates my immediate estimate of their intelligence.
Wendy // July 1, 2009 at 3:19 pm |
Ugh, bitches. Bros before hoes (?) I always say. I don’t spell it, but I say it.
morethananelectrician // July 1, 2009 at 5:17 pm |
But…sometimes shoulder blades just need to be cracked…
boundandgags // July 1, 2009 at 5:20 pm |
I agree with you, MTAE, sometimes you just gotta open up a cellphone of whup ass!
But I see people loose their friggin’ minds more often than any time in recorded history. It’s as if there is no tolerance level. I have a bit written that took it to an amazingly brutal level. What really should have been a simple disagreement turned awful.
And I had the bad taste to write jokes about it.
There is so little impulse control. At least in this area. People have lost any semblance of ‘can we all just get along?’ I saw a guy punching the plexiglass window of a bus stop because someone told him the bus he was looking for went past 4-5 minutes before.
I just don’t see much chill the fuck out, dude, anymore.
Scott // July 2, 2009 at 12:34 pm |
“…punching the plexiglass window of a bus stop…”.
In the past plate glass was a great little teacher of impulse control.
David // July 3, 2009 at 11:17 pm |
Hahahahaha!!! Thanks for this lovely vignette. It sounds like an exchange where SOMEONE should have said “You shut the fuck UP when you’re talkin’ ta me!!”