
Originally Posted by
Unboxxed
Way back when, I got in a car wreck on the way to work. A young chick pulled in front of me, causing me to come to a dead halt, my chest hitting the steering column. Luckily I wasn't going fast. It was her fault and while we waited for the cops to arrive, I got to enjoy other drivers call me names as they passed by. Phoenix was such a lovely place.
The cop had us both drive our cars into a store parking lot. While I stayed in my car, he and other nearby people attended to the chick who was standing there outside of her car, crying the little cry. There she was, with her thin legs, cute little shoes, sun dress, and doing a little cry, oh boo hoo, none the worse for wear, but everybody was there consoling her, ten feet away, their backs to me.
It made me sick.
I wish I had had the balls back then to yell out, New York street-style, what I was thinking:
"Hey, what about ME? What am I, chopped liver? I hit the fucking steering column! Do I gotta cry like a chick to get some attention around here? I pay my taxes!"
Oh, poor baby, be a girl and cry your snivels and the whole world goes, Aw, there, there, pobrecita...