| wackadoo |
[May. 8th, 2008|12:21 pm] |
She's in her favorite coffee shop, working on her laptop. She walks over to the register to get some tea, where it is impossible to avoid listening to the tall, black-clad hipster leaning on the counter, talking at the two guys working there.
"Girls don't think like normal people," he tells them, at the top of his lungs. "They make no sense. Their brains are messed up, am I right? We can never understand them, because they're all crazy." He laughs loudly. "You know what I'm saying is true, right?" The guys behind the counter are mumbling "Uh huh, yup" and going about their business, making coffee and stuff. "Girls are crazy! What's the word? Wackadoo." He laughs even louder, all triumphant for coming up with this genius philosophy. "Wackadoo. Girls can't think straight. They're wackadoo."
He notices she's standing there and smirks in her direction. "Wackadoo," he repeats.
She says, conversationally, "Idiot."
He turns mean right away, narrowing his eyes and shooting her a nasty, tight-lipped smile like he'd rather take a swing at her. She can practically see the invective rolling through his mind, all those words men throw at women. She shrugs and turns to the guy at the counter, who is watching them nervously.
"May I have a cup of gunpowder tea?" she asks, and tilts her head. "Or would that be too... wackadoo?"
He opens his mouth and shuts it again, then turns to make the tea. By the time he's done, the hipster has left the coffeeshop.
"Here you go," says the coffeeshop guy, ringing it up. "And --" he glances at the door. "That doesn't reflect the opinion of the house."
She gives him a smile, a real one. "I know," she says. "That's why I come here." |
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Some guys are such total asses -- they need to seriously be smacked so hard upside the head they forget they even have a name. I had this asswipe roommate in college who, while watching a 60's Star Trek episode, announced "All women are cunts. It's a basic fact." My other dickweed roommate grunted his assent and they went back to watching their show. My friend and I who overheard this exchange had no idea how to respond so we plastered the suite fridge and cabinets with homo-erotic wrestling pictures which horribly upset the asswipe (and later, I added an extra helping of water to his computer). I like your response better though.
But the protagonist is my hero.
I like that -- sort of an inverted cock-a-doodle!
*\o/* You both are made of win!
She's a cool, tough broad. I like her.
He turns mean right away
Isn't that always the way? "Hey, I'm so funny, I'm just shooting the breeze, I'm just talking, this is so casual, women always overreact BITCH DID YOU JUST DISAGREE WITH ME I'LL FUCKING TAKE YOU DOWN."
Because he can't get any and he's bitter because he can't figure out why.
God, I just want to make more wack puns.
It's a nasty spiral, I know.
Tch.
Sneering hipster hyena douches definitely get my personal vote as one of the very weakest and lowest forms of life.
Curious to know more about gunpowder tea... that sounds tasty!
Gunpowder is a strong, smoky, aromatic green tea. It's one of my favorites, only partly because I'm drawn to distinctive names. It's got a distinctive look, too: the tea leaves are rolled into pellets, which keeps them extra flavorful and is probably where the name came from.
This is a very good story.
And it makes me want some gunpowder tea.
Hee hee hee. You rock. :)
But, but, years from now we will still be referring to her as Wackadoo! Surely she must have considered this...
Hm. I think you should go back and read this entry again...
Who's this "we", you + the hipster ass? Consider your ways. | |
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