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Yes arsehole, you're the reason I'm limping. Thanks a lot!
First time posting, friend just introduced me to this site. She told me that I should relate a story that happened to me about five years ago.
This happened back in late '04, when I was finishing up my first degree in college. I was living off campus in a condo that I was renting with a few friends and my late-husband at the time. It late November because when we came back from Thanksgiving break, our stupid washer and dryer broke down. It was going to take a week or two for the owner to get the parts needed to fix our machines. We were lucky in the fact that there was a landuary place two minutes away.
I go during mid-week after school and when I didn't have to work that evening. It was not that late but the sun was setting and I was almost done with my laundry. There is a person you go up to for change, if you need soap, etc. -- just a person to keep an eye on things. The guy was maybe about 32 or 33, about nine years olders than me. He wasn't rude and was pretty nice, usually reading a book the few times I come in.
In comes in the arse-wipe.
Me: Lead role.
AG: Arsehole Guy.
NCG: Nice Change Guy.
AG comes into the laundry mat and gets change from NCG, snaps at him when NCG says good afternoon. AG snaps that if it was that he wouldn't have to be doing this f**king s**t. Okayyyyy, someone needs a chill-pile. I blink over to NCG as the AG starts to get ready to do his clothes, he shrugs and then I do. I go back to my clothes. We were the only three in at the time.
Not more than maybe five seconds later, AG starts swearing up a storm because the machine at his money. Instead of trying to get NCG to help, he starts to punch the living crap out of the poor machine. Leaving dents here and there, evening going as far as to crack the glass part of the washer. NCG comes quickly over and asks the guy to calm down. AG goes livid and starts swearing at NCG.
AG: This bleep of bleep just at my bleeping change! Fix it you bleep, bleep, son of a bleeping bleep!
NCG: Sir, I can see what I can do, but a refund for things like this can usually take a week. I have to write up a report and send it --
AG: >cuts him off< What the bleep!?! I have to wait for MY money that your bleeping machine bleeping ate!
Me: YES! >I didn't like this guy's attitude, so I spoke up. Should have just kept my mouth shut.< He is trying to explain to you how YOU can get your stupid 1.25 back. Listen to him for Christ's sake.
I have a temper and when it flares, it flares. I held my tongue on saying the words he was using. I kept telling myself to be the better person and I thought I was. AG just told me off, grabbed his stuff, and spit on NCG's feet. Told NCG that he can shove that report where he mother sucked his you-know-who and, for me as a women, I should learn my bleeping place.
I let it go if it meant getting his butt out of the door. So he goes out to his car and I turn back to get my clothes. NCG asks if I can make him a statement, I said yes, then he goes back to his area to call his boss. I hear NCG start talking to his boss but it fades out when I start focusing on my clothes, thinking about what I am going to be doing for my art final. I nor NCG saw the door open again or AG come in again.
I just heard NCG yell and then pain shooting through my knee, I go down, and I felt it in my lower back the second time.
The fucking AG came back in with a baseball bat from his car to put me and NCG in our places?! The hell?!
NCG tackles him when he was about to bring up the bat again. NCG was not as tall as AG but he seemed to know the self-defense to keep the asshole down. Two other people park in at this time and when they get inside, NCG yells at one of them to call the cops. I don't remember much after this because I was in a crap load of pain.
It's a miracle to push myself to walk sometimes. I've gotten use to a cane.
I know that speaking up on someone's defense should be done, but sometimes I wonder what the consequences are when it comes back to hit you in the face or in this case, your leg.
This happened back in late '04, when I was finishing up my first degree in college. I was living off campus in a condo that I was renting with a few friends and my late-husband at the time. It late November because when we came back from Thanksgiving break, our stupid washer and dryer broke down. It was going to take a week or two for the owner to get the parts needed to fix our machines. We were lucky in the fact that there was a landuary place two minutes away.
I go during mid-week after school and when I didn't have to work that evening. It was not that late but the sun was setting and I was almost done with my laundry. There is a person you go up to for change, if you need soap, etc. -- just a person to keep an eye on things. The guy was maybe about 32 or 33, about nine years olders than me. He wasn't rude and was pretty nice, usually reading a book the few times I come in.
In comes in the arse-wipe.
Me: Lead role.
AG: Arsehole Guy.
NCG: Nice Change Guy.
AG comes into the laundry mat and gets change from NCG, snaps at him when NCG says good afternoon. AG snaps that if it was that he wouldn't have to be doing this f**king s**t. Okayyyyy, someone needs a chill-pile. I blink over to NCG as the AG starts to get ready to do his clothes, he shrugs and then I do. I go back to my clothes. We were the only three in at the time.
Not more than maybe five seconds later, AG starts swearing up a storm because the machine at his money. Instead of trying to get NCG to help, he starts to punch the living crap out of the poor machine. Leaving dents here and there, evening going as far as to crack the glass part of the washer. NCG comes quickly over and asks the guy to calm down. AG goes livid and starts swearing at NCG.
AG: This bleep of bleep just at my bleeping change! Fix it you bleep, bleep, son of a bleeping bleep!
NCG: Sir, I can see what I can do, but a refund for things like this can usually take a week. I have to write up a report and send it --
AG: >cuts him off< What the bleep!?! I have to wait for MY money that your bleeping machine bleeping ate!
Me: YES! >I didn't like this guy's attitude, so I spoke up. Should have just kept my mouth shut.< He is trying to explain to you how YOU can get your stupid 1.25 back. Listen to him for Christ's sake.
I have a temper and when it flares, it flares. I held my tongue on saying the words he was using. I kept telling myself to be the better person and I thought I was. AG just told me off, grabbed his stuff, and spit on NCG's feet. Told NCG that he can shove that report where he mother sucked his you-know-who and, for me as a women, I should learn my bleeping place.
I let it go if it meant getting his butt out of the door. So he goes out to his car and I turn back to get my clothes. NCG asks if I can make him a statement, I said yes, then he goes back to his area to call his boss. I hear NCG start talking to his boss but it fades out when I start focusing on my clothes, thinking about what I am going to be doing for my art final. I nor NCG saw the door open again or AG come in again.
I just heard NCG yell and then pain shooting through my knee, I go down, and I felt it in my lower back the second time.
The fucking AG came back in with a baseball bat from his car to put me and NCG in our places?! The hell?!
NCG tackles him when he was about to bring up the bat again. NCG was not as tall as AG but he seemed to know the self-defense to keep the asshole down. Two other people park in at this time and when they get inside, NCG yells at one of them to call the cops. I don't remember much after this because I was in a crap load of pain.
It's a miracle to push myself to walk sometimes. I've gotten use to a cane.
I know that speaking up on someone's defense should be done, but sometimes I wonder what the consequences are when it comes back to hit you in the face or in this case, your leg.
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