Subway sucks
Last night I almost got into a fight on the subway. I was sitting on the train on the end seat by the door when this really thin Naomi Campbell type stood next to me. She kept putting her bag on my shoulder using it as a shelf. I am like what the f**k? I kept pushing it away and she kept putting it back on me and finally she made some comment about me moving then she could hold onto the bar which had nothing to do with her putting her cheap ass fake bag on me. I shot back she should have said something in the first place instead acting this way. We traded barbs. She said not to treat her as her child I told her I don't want you as my child, she said I was prejudice I said yeah towards annoying people like you. She kept pulling the race card and I asked her if she understood english, because I understood english and if she understood me I said that I was prejudice to annoying people. Then I yelled out was she raised in a barn.
The barbs continued. She threatened to annoy me some more and I made a comment what she was doing was harrasment and I could arrest her for assualt. She implied that she was a cop, I did not take the bait and did not back down, then she pulled the race card and said she was a black woman and muttered dsomething that the cop would take her side, I told her she wasn't black. She was white. That she was a black as OJ. She was in shock and then shut up. I knocked her out. When the train arrived I stood up slowly and tall, showed no fear and walked out. What was interesting was that there a black woman who sat next to me and but she did not jump in on her side.
I am not like this. I have had run ins with gangsta b******s and usally I try to get the hell away from them as fast as possible. Growing up I heard stories about bandanna wearing and low riding baggy pantsd hood women who carreid razor blades in their mouths. And we always had a fair number of wannabes.
But today I was in a really bad mood. I had to deal with more crap from the troll ho and now her posse was starting to gang up on me telling me what to do and giving me the crap work. All I wanted to do was go home. there was no way I was going to let Naomi Campbell treat me like that. She's just a stranger on the train.
I talked to VD on the phone and told her the story. She told me I was lucky that she was a skinny black chick and that she was not with friends. When she did an internship for a record company she worked on PR for this hip ho artist and had to work on a couple of events for him. Anyways whenever he came into the office he would bring in his guirlfriend who bring her girlfriends. It was very strange sight because this was a sisqo sized rapper while his girlfriend and her posse were all candidates for gastric bypass. So you see this little guy surrounded by this herd of cows. VD dreaded them coming in becasue the girlfriend would make all these outrageous demands and was constantly egged on by the her posse of Star Joneses.
The staff were always scared of dealing with these girls becasue they were really nasty and if the raised enough of a ruckus someone would get fired. That's why VD had to play b***h of the house since she wasn't being paid and they could fire her anytime.
I guess they got a kick out of ordering around the white girl but finally VD couldn't take it any more and told her boss that she wanted to be put into another department or else she was going to throw a chair at them. They put her in A&R.
VD loves hip hop. I mean 50 Cent In Da CLub is her party anthem and I remember she was the first girl I knew who was into Tupac. But she refuses to deal with hip hop acts because of the bulls**t it brings. VD told me the reason why Naomi Campbell didn't try to rip hair out and that no one backed her up was probably because she was skinny as funny as it sounds. The value systems is completely backwards in that world. Fat women are much preferred. If that girl was 200 pounds heavier she would have clobbered me and if she had a posse I would have been in the hospital. As VD put it when they are alone it is easier if they are in a pack its another story.
Got to go.
The barbs continued. She threatened to annoy me some more and I made a comment what she was doing was harrasment and I could arrest her for assualt. She implied that she was a cop, I did not take the bait and did not back down, then she pulled the race card and said she was a black woman and muttered dsomething that the cop would take her side, I told her she wasn't black. She was white. That she was a black as OJ. She was in shock and then shut up. I knocked her out. When the train arrived I stood up slowly and tall, showed no fear and walked out. What was interesting was that there a black woman who sat next to me and but she did not jump in on her side.
I am not like this. I have had run ins with gangsta b******s and usally I try to get the hell away from them as fast as possible. Growing up I heard stories about bandanna wearing and low riding baggy pantsd hood women who carreid razor blades in their mouths. And we always had a fair number of wannabes.
But today I was in a really bad mood. I had to deal with more crap from the troll ho and now her posse was starting to gang up on me telling me what to do and giving me the crap work. All I wanted to do was go home. there was no way I was going to let Naomi Campbell treat me like that. She's just a stranger on the train.
I talked to VD on the phone and told her the story. She told me I was lucky that she was a skinny black chick and that she was not with friends. When she did an internship for a record company she worked on PR for this hip ho artist and had to work on a couple of events for him. Anyways whenever he came into the office he would bring in his guirlfriend who bring her girlfriends. It was very strange sight because this was a sisqo sized rapper while his girlfriend and her posse were all candidates for gastric bypass. So you see this little guy surrounded by this herd of cows. VD dreaded them coming in becasue the girlfriend would make all these outrageous demands and was constantly egged on by the her posse of Star Joneses.
The staff were always scared of dealing with these girls becasue they were really nasty and if the raised enough of a ruckus someone would get fired. That's why VD had to play b***h of the house since she wasn't being paid and they could fire her anytime.
I guess they got a kick out of ordering around the white girl but finally VD couldn't take it any more and told her boss that she wanted to be put into another department or else she was going to throw a chair at them. They put her in A&R.
VD loves hip hop. I mean 50 Cent In Da CLub is her party anthem and I remember she was the first girl I knew who was into Tupac. But she refuses to deal with hip hop acts because of the bulls**t it brings. VD told me the reason why Naomi Campbell didn't try to rip hair out and that no one backed her up was probably because she was skinny as funny as it sounds. The value systems is completely backwards in that world. Fat women are much preferred. If that girl was 200 pounds heavier she would have clobbered me and if she had a posse I would have been in the hospital. As VD put it when they are alone it is easier if they are in a pack its another story.
Got to go.
posted by Pradaprincess at 9:27 AM
6 Comments:
don't get yourself killed, i like your blog
Uhhhhh, can't you afford a cab?
She should walk. Help loose some of that weight.
too true, ole.
Everyone knows that the sunny- disposition-type people never really climb because no one ever respects them, and "nice" is normally associated with dumb; people respect assholes... It's just a matter of fact! Martha Stewart didn't build an empire by being nice... This time, ole is right (I never thought I would utter these words, but...)!
This is a great entry, PP! I've had one instance of this happening to me. After that incident, I avoid those girls as much as I can.
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