Now normally, I am a cool, calm person, with an itty bitty temper, but what just happened to me was beyond my control, and I found myself taking actions into my own hands. Picture this if you will:
jamz performed 3 surgeries today. jamz has the flu. jamz didn’t feel like going to the gym, but since jamz wants to lose 4 pounds by V-day, she decided to go. jamz was on the elliptical machine. jamz noticed that there were approximately 9 other machines around her not being used. jamz also notices a woman behind her with her arms crossed, like she was waiting on her. jamz asks “can i help you?” the woman replied, “no, i just want to use this machine.” jamz looks around, sees the 9 other empty machines, and says “ok.” woman walks off for about 8 minutes, comes back. jamz is still on the machine, only 6 machines available. “how much longer are you going to be” asks the woman. jamz replies, another 20 to 25 minutes.” the woman then hops on the machine next to me, mumbling under her breath. “why the fuck are you taking so long?” says the woman. jamz stops running on the machine, and asks “what did you say?” the woman says “nothing” jamz starts running again. the woman says, “that’s why i don’t like black people.” jamz replies, it’s ok, they probably don’t like you either.” the woman then mumbles, “fuckin’ N#@$%ER.” jamz stops running again, this time turning the machine off, gets off the machine, and asked the woman to repeat her last remark. the woman tried to repeat herself, but only got as far as “fuckin’ N, before jamz cocked back and slapped the shit out this bitch. jamz then picks up her towel, grabs her water bottle, and heads to the locker room.
Moral of the story, think before you speak. My hand hurts, but damn if my heart doesn’t feel GREAT.
:)
shoulda molly mopped her. great job tho
