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B!tch on the Street

Days and nights in New York City are tough enough without having to deal with all the sh!t this city dishes up. B!tch on the Street tells the tale of two ladies making their way through this crazy town...one freak at a time.

Wednesday, September 21, 2005

Grandma Butt

This lady is a recurring problem for me. Almost every morning we all come up the stairs out of the train and she stops at the top, lights a butt (I swear it's a Virginia Slim Menthol 120....what else do old ladies smoke???), and then walks ahead of me. I'm ALWAYS stuck behind her breathing her death smoke on me.

Now, I fully admit, I'm an occasional (OK...that means drunk) smoker and a former full time smoker. I still catch whiffs of the sweet tobacco and rush (in my mind) to a scene of a crisp fall day where I'm having a stiff cup of Joe and the Marlboro Man is riding his steed across a plain.....God, that Marlboro man is hot....

What? Wait, where was I? DAMN those tobacco marketing execs!

Anyhoo...Grandma Butt is constantly blowing her smoke on others as she walks and that annoys me. Blow that shit UP into the air, Bitch! One day, I saw her burn a man as he brushed by her. He didn't notice, but she did....and you know BOTS did.

So Grandma, for the love of God....stop spreading the cancer!

If you smoke, be a courteous smoker...I'm not taking away your right to smoke....I'm taking away your right to be an asshole.


At 10:38 AM, Blogger markus said...

ew, that's the worst! (Especially after a night of drinking and smoking...)


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