This is shameful for me to admit, but it's true. A few days ago I was that loud talker/person delivering a little TMI whilst on the phone walking home from the T stop.
I'm walking briskly along by D'Angelo's. Now, I walk seriously fast for a 5 foot nothing girl and I'm on the phone with my fiance because I'm late coming home from work because some dingbat didn't follow protocol. So I'm just bitching and I get really heated about this dingbat so I loudly say:
"They're just so fucking slow!"
I was referring to the department the dingbat is in, but the 3 people in front of me as I approached the crosswalk of Dot. St. and Old Colony clearly thought I was talking about them. All 3 whipped around expecting to see some cunty bitch, homeless person, or crack head yelling about the people around them. Thankfully they could see I was paying no attention to them and was talking on the phone. That was embarrassing. My bad.
Thursday, September 25, 2014
That Fireball Whiskey Whispers Temptations in my Ear
This morning while walking to Andrew Station I'm walking behind a guy in his mid-twenties wearing jeans, a flannel, and Irish Setter boots. I'm going to safely say we were both on our way to work. As we walk along his phone rings and this is what he says:
"Yea, he drank a bottle of Fireball before the first pitch so he's probably dead."
That was the entirety of the conversation. The guy is right, his poor friend and co-worker is probably dead, but he had one hell of a hump day evening!
"Yea, he drank a bottle of Fireball before the first pitch so he's probably dead."
That was the entirety of the conversation. The guy is right, his poor friend and co-worker is probably dead, but he had one hell of a hump day evening!
Friday, September 12, 2014
Adult Decisions
This doesn't take place in Southie, but in Downtown Crossing. It's humorous to me nonetheless.
During my lunch break at work I'm walking around Downtown Crossing behind a couple of girls with Suffolk 2014 Freshmen t-shirts. First of all, whatever happened to Class of ####? Has everyone succumbed to the 5-year plan being the norm for most people these days? We've really been lowering the bar. When I was entering my college career a mere 10 years ago my parents told me you do this in 4 years and we pay for it, you do it in more and you start paying. But I digress...
These girls' conversation was much that of any hopeful, fun-loving freshmen would talk about: their new found freedom. Now, what they decided to do with it will just blow your mind.
Girl 1: So what is it you want to do?
Girl 2: My first decision as a college adult is something my parents never let me do.
Now, I'm thinking in my head; cigarettes, scratch tickets, you know, any of those degenerate things that will really get you on the 5+ year plan.
Girl 2: Finally get my ears pierced!
Woah, honey! Slow your roll... You ears pierced, FINALLY?! From one white girl to the next, you mean to let me overhear that your parents didn't do this either shortly after your birth or at some point before your thirteenth birthday?
To you Girl 2, I say good luck. Next think you know you will be wearing club dresses, using a fake ID to get into Faneuil Hall bars to dance and drink booze, going to house parties to play beer pong and flip cup, taking molly at raves, and eating street meat or fast food in the wee hours of the morning. Inevitably, you will eat all of this up and your school work will start to suffer. Then mommy and daddy will rethink letting you go to school in SUCH a big city and try to reel you in. By now it is too late, you know about all the enjoyable vices in the world now and nothing can stop you.
Only if your parents let you get your ears pierced before now.
During my lunch break at work I'm walking around Downtown Crossing behind a couple of girls with Suffolk 2014 Freshmen t-shirts. First of all, whatever happened to Class of ####? Has everyone succumbed to the 5-year plan being the norm for most people these days? We've really been lowering the bar. When I was entering my college career a mere 10 years ago my parents told me you do this in 4 years and we pay for it, you do it in more and you start paying. But I digress...
These girls' conversation was much that of any hopeful, fun-loving freshmen would talk about: their new found freedom. Now, what they decided to do with it will just blow your mind.
Girl 1: So what is it you want to do?
Girl 2: My first decision as a college adult is something my parents never let me do.
Now, I'm thinking in my head; cigarettes, scratch tickets, you know, any of those degenerate things that will really get you on the 5+ year plan.
Girl 2: Finally get my ears pierced!
Woah, honey! Slow your roll... You ears pierced, FINALLY?! From one white girl to the next, you mean to let me overhear that your parents didn't do this either shortly after your birth or at some point before your thirteenth birthday?
To you Girl 2, I say good luck. Next think you know you will be wearing club dresses, using a fake ID to get into Faneuil Hall bars to dance and drink booze, going to house parties to play beer pong and flip cup, taking molly at raves, and eating street meat or fast food in the wee hours of the morning. Inevitably, you will eat all of this up and your school work will start to suffer. Then mommy and daddy will rethink letting you go to school in SUCH a big city and try to reel you in. By now it is too late, you know about all the enjoyable vices in the world now and nothing can stop you.
Only if your parents let you get your ears pierced before now.
Sober Pregnancy
Yesterday evening as I was walking home from Andrew Station, I was walking behind a visibly pregnant woman on her phone. Her side of the conversation I heard is as follows:
Preggo: I was talking to my sponsor, yea, no I really want to be sober for this pregnancy.
Couple things wrong here: (1) sober for this one!? Why not the others? (2) She definitely had that slow talking, slurred voice that indicated to me she was in fact NOT clean. (3) Finally, she was ripping a butt while having this conversation.
I'm not one to judge all cigarette smoking, in fact I'm a frequent indulger, but I would definitely refrain while pregnant.
Keep it classy.
Preggo: I was talking to my sponsor, yea, no I really want to be sober for this pregnancy.
Couple things wrong here: (1) sober for this one!? Why not the others? (2) She definitely had that slow talking, slurred voice that indicated to me she was in fact NOT clean. (3) Finally, she was ripping a butt while having this conversation.
I'm not one to judge all cigarette smoking, in fact I'm a frequent indulger, but I would definitely refrain while pregnant.
Keep it classy.
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