A Brief Public Service Announcement
I was surprised-outright amazed-to hear someone, as an adult, say to me, on the bus, after I accidentally stepped on her foot, "Excuse you."
What? Seriously? Am I on a public bus, or am I in the halls of a fucking high school, again? Honestly?
For one thing, it's a Goddamned bus-specifically, a crowded one-so what do you expect? You get your shoes stepped on, sometimes, because it's a narrow Goddamned walking space, and no matter how far you pull in your legs, someone might-Heaven forbid-place their shoe upon yours. GASP!
Secondly, what is that? Every time that I have experienced this treatment, the person has snapped back so quickly with their snarky little "Excuse You" that it doesn't even given you a chance to be polite and excuse yourself… just immediately: "EXCUSE YOU!" Hey, maybe I was going to fucking excuse myself? Maybe I was aware that, oops, I stepped on your foot, I need to apologise for my accident? Well, not fucking now.
Now, I wish you were under the fucking bus, instead of on it, making my already somewhat bad day just that much worse. Fuck you. Even though I am on it, too, I hope this bus driver gives up on life, veers into oncoming traffic, and we all die in a mangled steel wreck as five cars pile up over our bleeding, destroyed corpses.
Excuse me, indeed, cuntrag.
What? Seriously? Am I on a public bus, or am I in the halls of a fucking high school, again? Honestly?
For one thing, it's a Goddamned bus-specifically, a crowded one-so what do you expect? You get your shoes stepped on, sometimes, because it's a narrow Goddamned walking space, and no matter how far you pull in your legs, someone might-Heaven forbid-place their shoe upon yours. GASP!
Secondly, what is that? Every time that I have experienced this treatment, the person has snapped back so quickly with their snarky little "Excuse You" that it doesn't even given you a chance to be polite and excuse yourself… just immediately: "EXCUSE YOU!" Hey, maybe I was going to fucking excuse myself? Maybe I was aware that, oops, I stepped on your foot, I need to apologise for my accident? Well, not fucking now.
Now, I wish you were under the fucking bus, instead of on it, making my already somewhat bad day just that much worse. Fuck you. Even though I am on it, too, I hope this bus driver gives up on life, veers into oncoming traffic, and we all die in a mangled steel wreck as five cars pile up over our bleeding, destroyed corpses.
Excuse me, indeed, cuntrag.