So, the wife of my best friend of over thirty years had an encounter with a nasty woman.
It was 8 AM, she had just left the hospital with a cracked rib diagnosis, and she was in line at Starbucks waiting for her order. A woman with an English accent bumped into her hard.
“Ow,” she said mostly to herself, ignoring the woman who bumped her.
Irritated, the English woman looked her up and down and said in a snobbish tone, “Do you think I am to apologize to you?”
My friend’s wife is not one to start trouble, but she was not going to let this slide. She locked eyes with the woman and said, “No, you do not need to say sorry to me, I need to say sorry to you.
I am sorry that every man you thought was ‘the one’ left you, I am sorry you wasted your youth, I am sorry you go home alone every night, I am sorry that wearing sequin ten inch heels at eight in the morning will never help you find a man.
Look dear, men want three things in a woman, A beautiful face, A beautiful heart, A beautiful vagina,
and frankly, all three of yours are rotten. I am going to get my coffee, be on my way, and forget this conversation. You will remember this day forever. Get a cat and call it a day. Enjoy your coffee.”
The black woman behind the counter asked her, “Are you part black, because you just read that girl like a book?”
You have to love New York City women
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