Thursday, October 23, 2003
you can take the girl out of the ghetto...
being pushed to my limit seems to bring out the ghetto in me. recently, i was waiting for the 7 train to pull in to the station, and this chick (who had been standing to my right, right outside of where the frame of the train door ended up being) shoves her way in front of me after the train pulls in, despite my clearly (based on my position in relation to the train doors) having the right-of-way.
at first i try simply to send her the message that i'm not going to assume the doormat role (as she obviously was banking on) by holding my ground, but that only results in her shoving me *harder* so she can get in first. disgruntled, i yell at her, "don't be pushing me, OK?!" hearing a chinese girl speak in ebonics or the fact that i had the nerve to yell anything at all obviously catches her off guard, because all movement ceases at that point. undoubtedly she was asking herself what wormhole she fell through to land in the 'hood.
when she manages to regain her composure, she starts cursing at me in chinese. I don't know what you're saying, but YOU BE ILLIN', LADY! for all her posturing though, she *was* afraid to sit near me. yo, lady, let that be a lesson to you. next time, i'll go all out ghetto on your ass, aight?
being pushed to my limit seems to bring out the ghetto in me. recently, i was waiting for the 7 train to pull in to the station, and this chick (who had been standing to my right, right outside of where the frame of the train door ended up being) shoves her way in front of me after the train pulls in, despite my clearly (based on my position in relation to the train doors) having the right-of-way.
at first i try simply to send her the message that i'm not going to assume the doormat role (as she obviously was banking on) by holding my ground, but that only results in her shoving me *harder* so she can get in first. disgruntled, i yell at her, "don't be pushing me, OK?!" hearing a chinese girl speak in ebonics or the fact that i had the nerve to yell anything at all obviously catches her off guard, because all movement ceases at that point. undoubtedly she was asking herself what wormhole she fell through to land in the 'hood.
when she manages to regain her composure, she starts cursing at me in chinese. I don't know what you're saying, but YOU BE ILLIN', LADY! for all her posturing though, she *was* afraid to sit near me. yo, lady, let that be a lesson to you. next time, i'll go all out ghetto on your ass, aight?
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