Fuck You

A few weeks ago I was in the ladies room at work, in a stall- peeing. Since it was the end of the day and I was heading home, I had all my stuff with me- my bag and coat. Now in this ladies room there is no place to put your shit except on the floor. I could of draped my coat over a stall but decided to pile it next to my bag on the floor. So while I’m in the stall doing my business someone walks in the ladies room. She shouts out loud- Ew! Who puts their coat on the bathroom floor, that’s disgusting! (it wasn’t those exact words but something like that). I was kinda shocked that someone would actually say that. Keep your thoughts to yourself- shut up. I did not respond to her remark. She then made a joke like she was kidding the whole time. I still didn’t respond. I was not in the mood to say haha that’s so funny to her. I stayed in the stall until she left, to avoid the confrontation. Well what I wish I said to that lovely lady is FUCK YOU. Do you know where my coat has been?! I ride the NYC subways everyday wearing that coat. My body touches nasty subway seats that a bum was probably sitting on before me- drooling and crapping on and shedding his nasty dry skin on. I get squished in between every disgusting New Yorker in the cars. It’s not like I enjoy it, I just have to except it. Everyday I walk down the NYC streets, bumping and pushing my way through nasty commuters. I lean on buildings that pigeons shit on and bums piss on. Taxis? Do you know how many people puke in taxis? Now really- is it that gross that I put my coat on the bathroom floor? I don’t think so. This is a dirty disgusting city and there’s absolutely nothing I can do about it. So again- fuck you and I hope you get lots of nasty germs today.

* NOTE: I’m sure these are two very nice people.