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So, this thing happened to me the other day. I was going home from a long day at work, photoshoot, and then an art class. I walked from the class to the nearest BART station at Civic Center, San Francisco, to catch the next train going my way...
I only had to wait about 10 minutes before the train arrived.
When it finally got there I could see that it was pretty crowded. I really wanted a seat since I'd been standing for almost 4 hours already.
I get in and see some open seats.
Unfortunately there were these two really ghetto black chicks standing in the middle of the isle, talking loudly.
One of them was standing next to an open seat, so I squeezed behind her and took it.
Only seconds later this girl turns around as says, "Oh, Heeeelllll naw!"
She starts poking me on the shoulder, telling me to take off my headphones & listen. "You took my seat, BITCH!"
I sat there trying to ignore her.
Until she poked me on the shoulder one more time...
"You took my seat, bitch! You think you can sit wherever you want just because you're white?"
trying to pull some kind of Rosa Parks thing on me.
trying to pull some kind of Rosa Parks thing on me.
"It's called PUBLIC transportation. I can sit wherever I want and so can you. In fact, there's plenty of seats up there," I said pointing to an open seat near the door.
This idiot girl just kept on repeating, "Oooh, girl you should get slapped," until she finally got the point that I was ignoring her. She found another seat and stayed there for a few stops.
Meanwhile, I've been sitting next to a black dude this whole time. Obviously, not racist.
Right before arriving at the 12th Street Oakland Bart Station, the girl came back, poking me on the shoulder incessantly.
"You gettin' off here? You best get off at this stop coz we gonna have a talk."
and...
"Imma slap you!"
and...
"Imma slap you!"
"I'm thinkin' 'bout my daughter! And how bitches like you be makin' the place shitty for her."
Then all of a sudden, the guy next to me glabbed that bitch's arm and told her to back off!!
When she was still in the doorway, she kept repeating the line about her daughter and I just snapped. I said, "I BET you're thinking about your daughter, and the other one on the way, FAT ASS." Right as I finished saying that the doors shut in her face.
Everybody was staring at me.
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