stupid people
Jan. 17th, 2003 09:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
crankylexThe Thursday before I left for Texas, I went to the post office to mail presents.
(And saff? If you didn't get yours, let me know, because everyone else got theirs so you should have yours as well.)
We were having a 'winter mix' storm, with freezing rain, sleet, and hail. Of course, unlike normal people, I don't seem to actually own an umbrella, so to keep my head dry, I have to resort to either a hat (which was missing in action), the removable hood from my coat (obscures my vision) or a headscarf.
The scarf was the only thing in the hallway when I was leaving, so it got wrapped around my head. When I wear a scarf on my head, I look like a peasant that has just arrived from the fields. My mother routinely points out that we are descended from a long line of Lithuanian peasants, so that look is appropriate. My father is descended from a long line of Spanish fishermen, who were merely peasants of another stripe. *grin* I don't look particularly ethnic one way or the other, unless I have a scarf on.
So, as I was mincing across the street to the post office, packages in arms, trying not to fall into the gutter, there was a man in a Mercedes behind me. I could tell he was not thrilled about having to wait while I crossed the street, but I didn't really give a damn. I'm from New Jersey. We are, as a rule, not particularly concerned about the well-being of our fellow man.
Eventually, I got to the sidewalk, which is when he zoomed up to me, rolled down his window, and yelled, "Get the fuck back to your own country!!!"
As I have never been one to mince words, I yanked the scarf off my head, whirled around, and snarled, "I was born in Newark, jackass. Fuck off!"
He almost shit his pants. He was clearly not expecting confrontation. Hopefully he took away from that experience the lesson not to scream at strange women in the street.
Because, you know, the next time, it might be me again and then I won't be so nice.
(And saff? If you didn't get yours, let me know, because everyone else got theirs so you should have yours as well.)
We were having a 'winter mix' storm, with freezing rain, sleet, and hail. Of course, unlike normal people, I don't seem to actually own an umbrella, so to keep my head dry, I have to resort to either a hat (which was missing in action), the removable hood from my coat (obscures my vision) or a headscarf.
The scarf was the only thing in the hallway when I was leaving, so it got wrapped around my head. When I wear a scarf on my head, I look like a peasant that has just arrived from the fields. My mother routinely points out that we are descended from a long line of Lithuanian peasants, so that look is appropriate. My father is descended from a long line of Spanish fishermen, who were merely peasants of another stripe. *grin* I don't look particularly ethnic one way or the other, unless I have a scarf on.
So, as I was mincing across the street to the post office, packages in arms, trying not to fall into the gutter, there was a man in a Mercedes behind me. I could tell he was not thrilled about having to wait while I crossed the street, but I didn't really give a damn. I'm from New Jersey. We are, as a rule, not particularly concerned about the well-being of our fellow man.
Eventually, I got to the sidewalk, which is when he zoomed up to me, rolled down his window, and yelled, "Get the fuck back to your own country!!!"
As I have never been one to mince words, I yanked the scarf off my head, whirled around, and snarled, "I was born in Newark, jackass. Fuck off!"
He almost shit his pants. He was clearly not expecting confrontation. Hopefully he took away from that experience the lesson not to scream at strange women in the street.
Because, you know, the next time, it might be me again and then I won't be so nice.
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Date: 2003-01-18 08:43 am (UTC)