| ragincajin wrote:|
Maybe I’m tired.
Maybe I’m stressed.
Maybe I’m getting old.
Or maybe…yt folk will just never learn.
So tired of that arrogant, take for granted, attitude that so many
of them seem to have. That belief that makes them act as if they have a pass in
life to do and say whatever they please, whenever they please, to whomever they
Oh Lord, I know it’s wrong to hate, especially with a passion, but
what else can I do with folk who act like they are the literal beginning and
the end? What can I do about these arrogant yt folk?
I hate JFK. I wish they’d
tear JFK down and start over again.
That being said, I board my flight and it is business as usual
with the flight attendant helping with overhead Luggage and then offering beverages
before takeoff. I don’t drink alcohol so I always order juice. It was just a
plain old flight until the flight attendant started with the safety
instructions. That’s when the two pasty azz fuc*ers sitting directly behind me
started acting up. Big time.
I did notice that when she offered them a drink before takeoff,
they started giggling like school children when she walked away. But I thought nothing
of it. Ignored it. Ignoring them became impossible once the instructions
started because these two fuc*ers actually started repeating certain of her
words, and adding a really ghetto sounding tone to them, then just cracking up.
The flight attendant was black and had a southern accent. In no way was her
I was sitting in my seat just burning up. Then I got an idea. I held my phone up behind my head. They
stopped talking. I only held it up long enough for them to notice. They quit
for a second but then started up again. I put it away and we took off.
Once the flight got underway, here comes the stewardess down the aisle
with the drink cart.
When she got to me, I stood up like I was stretching and I had my
phone in my hand. Then I turn around and looked directly as the two azzholes
I looked at them and smiled.
I was like, “Gosh. These late night flights are a real bear, aren’t
they? So boring. But not for you guys right? You guys are a couple of
“Do that thing you were doing just before we took off. Those
They just stared at me. By this time the flight attendant had already
handed me a second juice and was now at their row.
Then I shake my phone in my hand, and say, “You know. When you
were mocking and laughing at the flight attendant. I don’t want to play it. I
want to hear you do it again. Do it!”
“Ah…you guys were funnnn-neeee. Do it.”
More crickets. Fuc*ers.
“Ah…cat got your tongue? C’mon you guys were like regular comedians.
What’s the name of your act? Donald and Sterling?”
At this point the black woman is looking at me, along with
everyone else. But I have eyes only for the two fuc*ers who remind me of all
the fuc*ers just like them that I have to deal with each and everyday. And
those two azzholes had not a word to say.
“Ah…you guys aren’t comedians. You’re cowards. Only brave when no
one is looking right? Right boys? Where's a nice white sheet when you need one right?”
Now a white woman is coming up from Coach looking directly at me.
“Is there a problem here?” Her 500 year old looking azz, under a
ton of makeup, was really staring me down.
So I don’t answer. Instead I take a sip of my orange juice and
say, “Yes. Yes there is. I want to buy these two funny guys a drink.”
Then I take another sip of my juice then reach over and put it on
azzhole #1’s tray table.
“There you go buddy. Drink up. Comedy is thirsty work I bet.”
Then I look at Miss I-can’t-mind-my-business-on-my-best-day and
say, “Now you only need to get one more drink instead of two.”
I look them both in the eye then fake stretch and sit right back
down in my seat.
The two white associates I was traveling with did not meet my
The other yts in the cabin, who could hear, couldn't make up their minds what they wanted to do. Half had their
mouths open and the other half averted their eyes.
As I was turning to sit down, I looked at the black flight
attendant. She winked and smiled and just keep pushing that cart down the
Cause that’s what we do. We just keep on keepin’ on. Inspite of
all the jacked up yt folk that take pleasure in making our very life’s breaths
harder than they have to be. Heart attacks to them all.
Thanks for letting me vent BHM.