So, the wife of my best friend of 30 plus years had an unusual encounter with a nasty woman:
It was 8AM and she just left the hospital with a diagnosis of a cracked rib and now she was on line at a Starbucks waiting to pick up her order. A woman with an English accent bumped into her rather hard.
"Ow", she said mostly to herself as she ignored the woman the bumped her.
Irritated, the English woman looked my friend up and down and said in a snobbish tone, "Do you think that I am to apologize to you?"
My friend's wife is not one to start trouble but she was not gonna let this one slide. She stared the woman right in the eyes and said, "No, you don't need to say sorry to me, I need to say sorry to you;
I'm sorry that every man you thought was 'the one' left you. I'm sorry that you wasted your youth. I'm sorry you go home alone every night. I'm so sorry that by wearing sequin 10 inch heels at 8AM will never help you find a man.
Look dear, men want 3 things in a woman; 1 - A beautiful face 2 - A beautiful heart 3 - A beautiful vagina
and frankly my dear all 3 of yours are rotten. I'm going to get my coffee and be on my way and forget all about this conversation. You will remember this day forever! You should just get a cat and call it a day. Enjoy your coffee."
And the black woman behind the counter asked my friend's wife, "Are you part black, because you read that girl like a book!"
You just gotta love New York City women.
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