Today I was sitting outside my first class, smoking a cigarette before a dull two hours of Excel lectures. Me and a couple ladies were out there, quiet, not bothering anyone, and about 30 feet more than the minimum distance away from the entranceway to the building (to comply with Ohio's smoking ban). Leave it to some bitch to piss me off at 9:30am while I'm having my own personal quiet time.
I glance to my left and see some fat pig waddling toward the entrance of the building dragging what looks like carry-on luggage, huffing and puffing of course. But between those huffs and puffs, she was able to manage a laugh as she looked at us.
"Oh so we got all the rich people sittin' out here, huh?" she sputtered.
"What?" said the one black lady sitting a few feet away from me, wrenched from her quiet, peaceful, passive state.
"Ya'll must be the rich ones sittin' out here, smokin' them cigarettes!"
The lady near me rolled her eyes and looked away. Another stared the whale down. I almost said something, but kept my mouth shut. I was thinking, "How dare you judge anyone, you fat pig?! I may smoke cigarettes, but at least I don't have an obesity problem, since that gargantuan ass dragging behind you seems to be taking away your every last drop of energy. You can barely drag a suitcase on wheels, please." Can we say gurney, anyone?
I'm sorry, but don't judge my bad habits when I'm not bothering you. I can still tell you're a pig, even without the wing sauce dripping off your damn chin.
And on the same note, if you're a former smoker, don't preach to me, ever. I'll blow smoke right in your face.
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