After the Bag o Donuts show last night some friends and I went to Trolley Stop for some post-midnight breakfast. (I had the Trolley special. It was delightful as usual.) Out of nowhere this group of white-trashier-than-thou bitches come in to the restaurant, fresh off the Bachelorette Party Circuit (We could only assume, since they were all wearing we’re-so-naughty contruction paper name tags in the shape of penises.) Anyway, they’d been sitting down for maybe 30 seconds when two guys walk in and sit down a few tables away from them and wait for the waitress to take their order. The bride to be bitch walks over, squats down next to them and says, loudly:
“Hi, this is a dare. Are you two gay?”
We couldn’t hear their response over the multitude of diners that were now talking about the rude hootchies, and about the two men that she approched. I thought to myself, “Self, that is one fucking rude woman!”
Two minutes later she squats next to our table.
“Hi, this is a dare…” She starts.
Marshall cut her off, “Go sit down, we’re not going to play your game.”
She then said it. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of, are y’all?”
I won’t even begin to go into how even more insulted I was by this comment. Ok, I will, but just a little. It’s as if somehow she was trying to turn US into the rude ones. Would the fact that menstration is normal amd “nothing to be ashamed of” somehow eliminate the rudeness of me walking up to a table of women I didn’t know and loudly asking, “Hi ladies, this is a dare. Are y’all on the rag?”
What do you think we should have said?
