To clarify - I am not talking about fish-sticks. I'm talking about people that I'd call a bad word, that starts with the letter F. Think about it.
Here is the story - so I'm at the local grocery store here in the little town I work in and I am there simply to get a couple pictures printed for my work desk (I needed an upgrade). So I print them on the machine and stand at the counter to pay for them. The nice lady says "it'll be just a minute" as she had her hands in a black box trying to get something apart inside. No worries, I wait.
After a couple minutes she looks over at the 'customer service' counter and says to the nice lady over there (who was ringing somebody up) "Can you do me a favor when you're finished; could you ring her up for a few pictures?" Lady #2 says "Sure". I walk 7 steps to the next counter and wait for her to finish. The customer leave and I step up to the counter, set my pictures down and proceed to pull a dollar out of my wallet. "WHAT THE HELL!" I hear from behind me. I turn to see this middle-aged man staring me down "I was next!" Completely embarrassed I move and say, "Oh, I'm sorry!" He walks up to the counter and looks back to me "Not to be rude, but I was ..." I cut him off and say "Well, you were rude."
I'm so sick of people thinking they can just walk all over people. I used to speak my mind more and tell people when they were being assholes, but as I grow older I do that less... and since dating Steve I do it even less than that. I felt this dude needed to know he was rude, so I told him.
After I said that he looks over at me, shocked that a little girl like me is talking back and I say "A simple 'excuse me' would have got my attention, I wasn't trying to cut in line, I simply didn't see you". Then he starts doing the head roll thing... he looks at me in, what I can only imagine is, his best attempt to be ghetto and says "I don't know those 2 words, cause it's not every day I run into people like that up in these parts". No joke. I cut him off again and say, while rolling my head back to mock him, "you ain't gotta roll your head at me".. and stopped listening at that point.
I grew up in the city, I know how to be ghetto fab and I know how to talk back to people. I choose not to do it daily. Today... I couldn't hold back. "WHAT THE HELL!" is not the way to tell someone they cut in line. The cashier and I had a nice laugh about it afterwards.
So anyhow - to end this on a positive note; you've already seen these pictures probably, but now they are framed on my desk, so I can see them daily: