One cup of piss, just for you.
A guy looked me straight in the face today, and said this: "I want to F*** you until you brains come out."
And he did it purely to see what I would do. All I was doing was trying to be friendly and deliver him some food. After the intial shock of what he had said faded, I almost started crying. How could anyone be so cruel? Is this what we have come to? I just wanted to tell me what a pathetic excuse for a man he was, but all I said was, "Alright...That's not going to happen...Have a great day."
I kept my mouth shut and it's killing me. But what right does he have to say anything even romotelt close to that to me? And this was said after I asked if they'd like me to put water in his girlfriend's cup(Yeah, girlfriend. She was drving. And she looked like she was a beat dog.)and he said, "No. I want you to piss in it. Yes, put water in it." The words, "I can do either" were on the tip of my tongue, but I held it in. Am I better for that? Did I really take the high road? If so, then why do I feel like crap?
Anyway...
My feet are killing me. I will never take the good attitudes of waiters and waitresses for granted again. And despite that one guy, I never realized how generous some people can be. I got three $10 tips, and one $14 one, just for asking for a donation. I didn't even have to sing. I wish I could be that generous. I hate how money stresses me out so badly. It's probably the worst of the necessary evils...at least in my life it is.
I don't feel especially bad right now. In fact, I was in a rather good mood after I got to rest a little while this evening. However, that guy really, firmly cemented the fact that this week shall forever be known as "Crap Week 2005".
Guess what? Micklynn and I have come up with a new style...NWOS.
New World Order...SCENE.
Gotta love it.
"Your love would be Hell, but it's just not hot enough, baby." Have fun with that.
Prayer for me and my feet and everybody else and "Crap Week" and a better week next week and my English Paper and love and life and the homeless (animals AND people).
And he did it purely to see what I would do. All I was doing was trying to be friendly and deliver him some food. After the intial shock of what he had said faded, I almost started crying. How could anyone be so cruel? Is this what we have come to? I just wanted to tell me what a pathetic excuse for a man he was, but all I said was, "Alright...That's not going to happen...Have a great day."
I kept my mouth shut and it's killing me. But what right does he have to say anything even romotelt close to that to me? And this was said after I asked if they'd like me to put water in his girlfriend's cup(Yeah, girlfriend. She was drving. And she looked like she was a beat dog.)and he said, "No. I want you to piss in it. Yes, put water in it." The words, "I can do either" were on the tip of my tongue, but I held it in. Am I better for that? Did I really take the high road? If so, then why do I feel like crap?
Anyway...
My feet are killing me. I will never take the good attitudes of waiters and waitresses for granted again. And despite that one guy, I never realized how generous some people can be. I got three $10 tips, and one $14 one, just for asking for a donation. I didn't even have to sing. I wish I could be that generous. I hate how money stresses me out so badly. It's probably the worst of the necessary evils...at least in my life it is.
I don't feel especially bad right now. In fact, I was in a rather good mood after I got to rest a little while this evening. However, that guy really, firmly cemented the fact that this week shall forever be known as "Crap Week 2005".
Guess what? Micklynn and I have come up with a new style...NWOS.
New World Order...SCENE.
Gotta love it.
"Your love would be Hell, but it's just not hot enough, baby." Have fun with that.
Prayer for me and my feet and everybody else and "Crap Week" and a better week next week and my English Paper and love and life and the homeless (animals AND people).