A couple of assholios decided to insult me. One today, one yesterday. First some quick B/G on me.
I'm around 20 years old. I have a good metabolism, get excercise at work, and carry my weight in my butt and thighs so I look skinnier than I actually am. If I gain 2 pounds, I look curvier as opposed to chubbier. I'm also a klutz. I have various cut scars and burn marks on my arms, most of which are not noticable. The only one REALLY noticable is a burn scar on the back of my left forearm (pics on my page). I also have a 5 month old shepard puppy and, if you know shepards and puppies, they LOVE to mouth on hands, arms and feet. *end B/G*
Asshole the First
She pulls up to the window, I greet her with a smile, she pulls out her credit card and hands it out the window. I grab onto it, but instead of letting go, she keeps a firm grip on it.
Me: Mam? Do you not want to use this card?
She ignores me, gaze fixed upon my hand, slowly looking up my arm until she meets my eyes.
AF: ....Take it. *lets go*
Ok....that was freaky. But whatever. She paid. Now I can give her her card and food and she can be on her merry way. Not so. While I'm handing her the bag, she places her hands in her lap and lookes are me sternly.
Me: What's wrong?
AF: Honey? Are you one of them cutters?
Me: I'm sorry?
AF: Are you a emo?
Me: Um...no.
AF: Then why do you got razor scars all up and down your arms?
Me: Huh? *looks down* OH! No, those aren't scars. I have a puppy and he likes mouthing my arms. Those are just red marks from his puppy teeth.
AF: Sure.... That's what ALLLL the cutter kids say. *reaches for the bag*
First, what other people do to their bodies is no business of yours. Second, it's rude to randomly accuse a stranger of self mutilation. Third, if I say the marks are from my puppy, you have no right to accuse me of lying. Especially when you have no proof. For the record, I do not, nor have I ever, hurt myself on purpose.
Asshole the Second
A guy in his late 30's approachedthe window. He seemed like any other less-than-polite-but-not-quite-rude customer. Until, that is, he said...
AS: Eat something.
Me: Pardon?
AS: I said stop starving yourself. It's disgusting!
Me: I'm sorry sir. I'm not sure I follow...
AS: Stop trying to play me. I know you're anorexic.
Me: I'm not anorexic I love food too much to stop eating!
AS: *yeah-right look*
What the hell ever dude. If you want to think I'm a 95lb anorexic, go ahead. I'm tired of arguing.
AS: I know all you teenagers wanna be twigs. You think it makes you pretty. Lemme tell you sumthin. You don't look pretty. You look nasty. Eat more. Barf less.
I think you're confusing your eating disorders there buddy. Yep. I'm a true anorexic. You can't see every bone in my body, I eat 6 times a day, I weigh 125lbs at 5'4", and.....oh wait......that's not what anorexic means!! And seriously? All teenagers are anorexic? Stereotype much? Nice lines too. Is that how you wooed your lady?
AS: Hey you ugly bitch, you look like dog shit today you nasty ho.
Lady: Oh you say the sweetest things love muffin!
AS: Whatever ugly skank.
Lady: Marry me?
I'm around 20 years old. I have a good metabolism, get excercise at work, and carry my weight in my butt and thighs so I look skinnier than I actually am. If I gain 2 pounds, I look curvier as opposed to chubbier. I'm also a klutz. I have various cut scars and burn marks on my arms, most of which are not noticable. The only one REALLY noticable is a burn scar on the back of my left forearm (pics on my page). I also have a 5 month old shepard puppy and, if you know shepards and puppies, they LOVE to mouth on hands, arms and feet. *end B/G*
Asshole the First
She pulls up to the window, I greet her with a smile, she pulls out her credit card and hands it out the window. I grab onto it, but instead of letting go, she keeps a firm grip on it.
Me: Mam? Do you not want to use this card?
She ignores me, gaze fixed upon my hand, slowly looking up my arm until she meets my eyes.
AF: ....Take it. *lets go*
Ok....that was freaky. But whatever. She paid. Now I can give her her card and food and she can be on her merry way. Not so. While I'm handing her the bag, she places her hands in her lap and lookes are me sternly.
Me: What's wrong?
AF: Honey? Are you one of them cutters?
Me: I'm sorry?
AF: Are you a emo?
Me: Um...no.
AF: Then why do you got razor scars all up and down your arms?
Me: Huh? *looks down* OH! No, those aren't scars. I have a puppy and he likes mouthing my arms. Those are just red marks from his puppy teeth.
AF: Sure.... That's what ALLLL the cutter kids say. *reaches for the bag*
First, what other people do to their bodies is no business of yours. Second, it's rude to randomly accuse a stranger of self mutilation. Third, if I say the marks are from my puppy, you have no right to accuse me of lying. Especially when you have no proof. For the record, I do not, nor have I ever, hurt myself on purpose.
Asshole the Second
A guy in his late 30's approachedthe window. He seemed like any other less-than-polite-but-not-quite-rude customer. Until, that is, he said...
AS: Eat something.
Me: Pardon?
AS: I said stop starving yourself. It's disgusting!
Me: I'm sorry sir. I'm not sure I follow...
AS: Stop trying to play me. I know you're anorexic.
Me: I'm not anorexic I love food too much to stop eating!
AS: *yeah-right look*
What the hell ever dude. If you want to think I'm a 95lb anorexic, go ahead. I'm tired of arguing.
AS: I know all you teenagers wanna be twigs. You think it makes you pretty. Lemme tell you sumthin. You don't look pretty. You look nasty. Eat more. Barf less.
I think you're confusing your eating disorders there buddy. Yep. I'm a true anorexic. You can't see every bone in my body, I eat 6 times a day, I weigh 125lbs at 5'4", and.....oh wait......that's not what anorexic means!! And seriously? All teenagers are anorexic? Stereotype much? Nice lines too. Is that how you wooed your lady?
AS: Hey you ugly bitch, you look like dog shit today you nasty ho.
Lady: Oh you say the sweetest things love muffin!
AS: Whatever ugly skank.
Lady: Marry me?
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