What kind of morning is it? I'll tell you: Me: *the only 5'1" pale bitch on a crowded train in Flatbush*
Some rude bitch: *sits with her elbow resting through the railing like she ain't been raised*
Me: *accidentally brushes against her elbow as I'm letting people onto the train*
Rude bitch: *snatches elbow away from me and scoffs* "look bitch..." *rolls eyes*
Me: *still facing away* *v seriously and slowly* "it's too goddamn early..."
Her: "what did you say?"
Me: "I said fuck you."
Me: "but since you own this entire fucking train why don't you tell it to hurry the fuck up so I'm not late for work?"
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