I don't take any shit from anyone. (well, I do accept shit, but only if
it is properly collected in a labeled specimen jar and the lab work is
pre-paid, get the picture?)
My motto is, people can deal. It IS the
little things in this life that count, and if you can't handle those
little things, there is no way you can handle the BIG ones. Like the
waitress I had yesterday, she couldn't apologize for her extremely poor
performance in waiting on us. Her excuse, "I'm not used to this job, I'm
SUPPOSED to be the hostess." <big heavy sigh> The dressings list is in
the menu somewhere. <stands waiting for a choice of salad dressing while
fixing her hair and staring rather dumbly at my friend, then she sighs
again, and frowns> "I couldn't even tell you half of them. I don't
usually have to know these things." My response? "Hello, sweetheart, if
you're going to work at a restaurant you may as well get to know the
menu, or can you not read it yourself?" After all there's NO EXCUSE for
not apologizing for not knowing the list and then reading it to the
patron.
Ugh, I just want to take people like that and ship them RIGHT
back to kindergarten. After all, don't kids learn how to read in
kindergarten anymore? Although, dumb women are not the only thing that
pisses me off. How about idiotic men? Quite frankly I DON'T CARE if my
fiancée gets me roses or not, just so long as he treats me with respect
and honor, I'm happy. I can't stand those sappy guys who put women on a
pedestal and act like they are too fragile to do ANYTHING by themselves.
I don't care if I break my nail opening a door or carrying a
package, that's life, I can deal. Granted, it is nice to get flowers,
etc, but it is much nicer to have an intelligent fiancée than a big
drooling sentimental idiot. Women REALLY don't need men anymore, after
all, technology is far enough advanced that we could keep the world well
populated without members of the opposite sex. Why do some men not
understand that the only things I look for in a man are intelligence and
decency? If I were concerned with the size of a guys penis wouldn't I
walk around with a ruler telling potential mates to drop their drawers
and let me at 'em?
I frequently remind my fiancée's roommate that I HAVE
castrated animals a lot bigger, uglier, and probably with hairier balls
than him, so if he doesn't want to end up a steer he had BETTER stop
hitting on to me.
That almost sums me up. I'm not called "Her Royal
Bitchiness" by my own mother for no particular reason. (Of course, if
you want a TRULY heartless bunch of bitches you should come and visit my
mother's lunch group. That's a bunch of bitches that don't take nothing
from nobody. I was taught by only the best.)
Yes! I want to read more from Real Life Heartless Bitches
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