los angeles, FUCK YOU!
check this out. it's so disgusting, I am ready to spit twice and cry. tonight I went to pick up some scrips for jewboy. when I got to my car, it wouldn't start. I drive a vinty car. surprised? I love it. it has big sentimental value. I was parked in a parking lot in west hollywood between la cienega and robertson. it's a fab gay naybahood, completely safe. there were several cars coming and going, so I took out my jumper cables and began the hock.
to sweet meat with grrroovy specs, my battery died, would you mind giving me a jump? I have cables. um. well, like this is a new car and I don't even know how to open the thing. (me, bewildered, but unfettered because there are so many cars, says) um, ok. thanks anyway.
I gave the same shpiel to a seemingly happy-go-lucky redheaded girl and she said, no. (me, wide-eyed surprise) no? oohhkay.
to a group of well groomed, toned queens pouring out of a brand new mercedes, I mixed it up a bit and went with a jewey approach. hi, sorry to bother you, oy vey do I have ahj. my battery just died. would you mind terribly giving me a jump. come on, be a mensch. they laughed. you find this amusing, do you? my car won't start and that's funny to you. or is it that I had the audacity to ask you to pop your shiny new hood and I don't mean dropping trow?! you're funny. one of the queens said as he and his mini power posse made their way to the fat-fuck-you-free yogurt shop.
the next fellah was smiling, exiting our vet's office with his jack russell in tow. would you mind giving me a jump? I have cables. he ignored me, and so did the next four fucking assholes.
I responded to all of thee fuckers by saying, it's not like I'm asking for underwear! did I ask you for money? no. but, I have my own cables! what is wrong with you?!
I had to call aaa to get a jump because nobody would take 5 fucking minutes to help a girl out. can you fuckin believe that?!
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See? That's why that whole side of the country is going to slide into the ocean at the earliest opportunity. It's the lack of common courtesy
People are such dicks sometimes.
D-Cup,
First, that's Southern California. I help everyone out, outside of the "empty gas can scam." I have push started and pushed out of harm's way, scores of cars. Our West Coast version of the South lacks empathy, unless it will somehow get them on TV.
Katie,
Oh, to be there when karma comes back around on them. Where will it be? Where will it be?
A busted radiator halfway between there and Palm Springs? With the thermom' about to hit 110 and no cell phone reception?
A 2AM breakdown in Compton, right in front of a gang who needs some victims for a beatdown for five new initiations?
Next time you see a Katie or anyone in genuine need, give them a moment of your time and fate will make sure that someone else will be there for you, when you are in need.
I would have jumped you though.
I would have given you my underwear even.
I would have even helped you start your car.
Then again I wasn't born here....
:)