9/22/06 11:26 PM
"I wasn't rude because you were fat"
So let me state this right now, I don't really care how little self control you have. I don't care if you are so lazy that you can't exercise. (I was impressed, judging by your girth, that you didn't come pre-equiped with a scooter.) God knows that I am lazy enough to have strange things growing on my dishes and can't stop saying fuck enough to land any form of advertisement that isn't either rejected outright from grade D porn sites or something that isn't some crazy kind of pyramid scam.
I guess the difference between you and I is the ability to learn from our limitations. I accept whatever small amount of money people are willing to pay me for writing, and you have decided that the entire world should be a part of your constant (losing) battle with Choco-Tacos and any form of things that don't smell like sorrow.
When you came up to me and asked if I could help you out with a computer your lips where smacking together with such vigor I thought that you were enjoying some kind of old shoe you had boiled to make eatable. The step back I took was to try and avoid any possible food that might escape the abyss that is guarded by those cancer colored teeth. Yes, I might have been a little surprised that you weren't eating anything, but can you really blame me? You did continue to chew though nothing was present and say "mm" like you were enjoying its delightful taste.
I didn't keep asking you to repeat yourself because I am deaf or not listening. (Although the fact that I remained five feet away might have been an influence.) I honestly don't understand what "mhrmafrkarama" means. You did just ask for help, so I knew it was possible for you to stop chewing practice long enough to speak clearly.
Here is a hint, T-shirts are meant to cover. Only very hot people get away with wearing almost nothing. Having a shirt that leaves your belly button unguarded is a mistake. Any brave child could simply run up to you and poke a stick in there. That would be both humorous and scary. Would you eat him? Would you only follow him if he made donut sounds? Would you pop causing a flood of half eaten turtles and tires? Would we all wonder at the contents like fisher men who just couldn't believe what they found in that shark's belly?
The real reason I started to be rude to you is because you smelled. I don't know what you rolled around in before you decided you were presentable enough to have the masses gaze on your splendor of exposed stretch marks and hairy; but whatever it is needs to be buried, it has clearly been at least three years it is time to find a new rotten thing. (It kind of reminded me of a chicken stuff with caramel apples that someone left in their toilet for several months trying to make some kind of moon shine. Did it work? Is this something that the man who appeared to hold you learned in the "joint"?
I only ask because he must have fallen on hard times to come into any form of physical contact with you. Is he a hooker? One of those really weird looking ones that you go out of your way to find because you know that they will have an exact price in mind when you ask them if it is ok if you masturbate while you fuck their shoes and call them "Mr. Washington" and call it the "Sammy Davis Jr.?)
Really, does your entire house smell like that? At what point does terrible just not register in your mind? How poor or mentally incapable do you really have to be to think that you can get away with that? Stink beatles would die from what you rolled around in this morning. If that was something that could be summoned by Harry Potter it would be outlawed and he would be hung for the mere thought of causing something that wrong to come into being.
What where you thinking? "I know, I will just go into the Mall today and make sure that masses of people hate me?" At one point in your life did you just decide that you couldn't be popular and just decide to be different? Did you just fail at anything that could have made you not like everyone else and just kind of decide that smelling bad, being fat, and wearing clothing that in no way fit you was going to be your "thing"?
I am sure that their are foreign countries out there that would kill you for any of the three offences that you did, openly, today. Do you have friends? Are they all just some kind of strange looking hooks who know the prices for things that no human should ever do?
Lastly, after you started angrily muttering at me and I walked away that should have been your cue to leave. When I started talking to a fellow employee and referred to you, loudly and in front of you, as the "fat smelly woman to my right who doesn't speak english" you should have left. Why did you walk around the store?