A close encounter of the White Trash kind...
So....ARGH!
I don't think I'd been this angry since....well I don't remember. I was steaming! (I know you thought it was hot Andy)
When I walked into my house around 6pm yesterday, I noticed my 43 year old biker-ish white trash neighbour, Pete, was in my apartment hanging out with the guys during their band rehearsal. I've never had good vibes from this guy, but I was like "Meh, the guys don't seem to mind him". As the hour progressed, I heard his annoyingness of forcing the guys to let him play with them (and terribly at that). Still, I thought, "oh well, it's their rehearsal".
But then...while up in my kitchen making myself some dinner I hear....
"Hey, Woman!" (in a disrespectful tone, with an Oshawa accent)
AHHHHH! What did he say?????!!!!!
So I respond, "DON'T call me that"
and then.....
"Hey Blondie!"
"MY NAME IS STEF!!!!"
From this point, it got worse. After eventually hiding myself up in my bedroom, Mr White Trash decides to taunt me from the living room to come and smoke a joint with him. And when I don't, he calls me names and continues to taunt me using language I prefer not to repeat.
So, at 10:30pm, I've finally had enough, I decide to leave. When I leave my room, he watches me with a dirty look while I get ready to go out, and I talk to my roomate about the situation quietly.
So I leave, but I call my roomate Mike, and when he picks up, I can hear him in the background telling white trash Pete off. It was awesome!!!
He later calls me back to tell me that Pete had left, but came back because he forgot something. My roomate told him he was not welcome back, and for the finishing kicker.....his response was....
"I don't like you! I really don't like you! You're Ugly!"
How dumb is that.
So, I finished my night by hitting up the Pickering Denny's with Andy. I was disappointed that they had no vanilla ice cream to make my Oreo Blender Blaster milkshake, but I made do.
So yeah. That was my fun and exciting night with a close encounter of the white trash kind.
I don't think I'd been this angry since....well I don't remember. I was steaming! (I know you thought it was hot Andy)
When I walked into my house around 6pm yesterday, I noticed my 43 year old biker-ish white trash neighbour, Pete, was in my apartment hanging out with the guys during their band rehearsal. I've never had good vibes from this guy, but I was like "Meh, the guys don't seem to mind him". As the hour progressed, I heard his annoyingness of forcing the guys to let him play with them (and terribly at that). Still, I thought, "oh well, it's their rehearsal".
But then...while up in my kitchen making myself some dinner I hear....
"Hey, Woman!" (in a disrespectful tone, with an Oshawa accent)
AHHHHH! What did he say?????!!!!!
So I respond, "DON'T call me that"
and then.....
"Hey Blondie!"
"MY NAME IS STEF!!!!"
From this point, it got worse. After eventually hiding myself up in my bedroom, Mr White Trash decides to taunt me from the living room to come and smoke a joint with him. And when I don't, he calls me names and continues to taunt me using language I prefer not to repeat.
So, at 10:30pm, I've finally had enough, I decide to leave. When I leave my room, he watches me with a dirty look while I get ready to go out, and I talk to my roomate about the situation quietly.
So I leave, but I call my roomate Mike, and when he picks up, I can hear him in the background telling white trash Pete off. It was awesome!!!
He later calls me back to tell me that Pete had left, but came back because he forgot something. My roomate told him he was not welcome back, and for the finishing kicker.....his response was....
"I don't like you! I really don't like you! You're Ugly!"
How dumb is that.
So, I finished my night by hitting up the Pickering Denny's with Andy. I was disappointed that they had no vanilla ice cream to make my Oreo Blender Blaster milkshake, but I made do.
So yeah. That was my fun and exciting night with a close encounter of the white trash kind.