December 10th, 2010.
Today was a devilishly good day. I started the day off right by cutting the long line at Starbucks by claiming I was using the crutches because of foot cancer.
The customers that glared soon looked away as I explained the cancer spread to my heart and I only had two months to live. One woman paid for my coffee to "help my situation." I asked her how paying for my coffee would help anything since I was dying, but I let her pay for it anyway.
At school, I used my crutches to my full advantage. More line cutting, tripping, pushing, poking. Mostly for my amusement. Made the day go by quickly. I'm actually starting to like 'em.
On the way home, some jackhole cut me off in traffic. I had the last laugh as I followed him home and slashed his tires with the retractable spike I attached to my right crutch. No one crosses Sue Sylvester.
If I ever go to prison, like that will happen I know I would do fine. Fake a foot injury and I can use my right crutch as a shank. Because that's how Sue 'C's it.
The customers that glared soon looked away as I explained the cancer spread to my heart and I only had two months to live. One woman paid for my coffee to "help my situation." I asked her how paying for my coffee would help anything since I was dying, but I let her pay for it anyway.
At school, I used my crutches to my full advantage. More line cutting, tripping, pushing, poking. Mostly for my amusement. Made the day go by quickly. I'm actually starting to like 'em.
On the way home, some jackhole cut me off in traffic. I had the last laugh as I followed him home and slashed his tires with the retractable spike I attached to my right crutch. No one crosses Sue Sylvester.
If I ever go to prison, like that will happen I know I would do fine. Fake a foot injury and I can use my right crutch as a shank. Because that's how Sue 'C's it.