I keep catching angry glances from this girl across the room. She looks so frustrated. On my way in, for whatever reason, she felt the need to inform me that the "Lady's Entrance" sticker on the back of my truck was offensive. I guess she's still upset. It's a shame to be so tense on spring break. I guess I was rude, but she should have stayed out of my business. The conversation went as follows:
Crazy Broad: (walking by) "You need to be careful about that sticker because it's really pissing me off right now."
Me: *disregards statement
CB: "You seriously need to take it down because I'm getting pissed"
(a few minutes later in Panera line)
CB: "Really? You don't have a response?"
Me: "I'm sorry, I completely disregarded your statement outside."
CB: "Your sticker. It's offensive"
Me: "I'm sorry you feel that way" (starts ordering food)
CB: "You're just going to ignore me?"
Me: "I ignore a lot of things. Most of which are more important than your feelings."
CB: "It's degrading to women. You need to take it down."
Me: "Take it down? It should be offensive to men. Women are allowed in and men aren't. I'd hate to take it down because it's actually very supportive of women's rights. You're more than welcome to go in there if you want; but this guy (points at cashier), I'll shoot him if he comes in."
CB: (grabbed her coffee and walked away).
That's where things are right now. I'm pretty sure she'll say something else to me on her way out.
I hope she's reading this blog right now. How amazing would that be? Very amazing. That's how amazing.
I smile at her. My phone starts ringing. I grab for it anxiously. It's some girl from California. I ignore it and toss my phone back onto the table. She's voicemail material. I wish I had something to write about. Everything that's happened in the last month is either better told live, illegal or not worth writing down. I just want to go home. Can you believe that? It could change at the drop of a hat, but for now, I want to go home...