um, i got in a fight

it happened yesterday when i went to pick up the pain med prescription for my leg. i was in so much pain i couldn't do anything, even update my etsy store. i managed to get in touch with my doctor who called the rx in for me from his cell phone on the mountain! the drug store parking lot was full except for the spaces at the far end of the lot, so i patiently waited for a front spot to open. five minutes later, one finally did. unfortunately, some white trash lady whipped into the lot, cut me off and stole the spot.

i yelled at her out my window that she took the spot even though i had been waiting. she sauntered (yes, like a man or a PE teacher) over to my car and said her grandma died. i shrieked, "how does that affect your ability to walk or entitle you to steal a parking place from a disabled person?" she was pretty stupid and didn't really have a reply but a nasty white trash old woman in a car that had been parked there the whole time i was waiting started to come over, telling me to stop yelling at her granddaughter. "i thought you were supposed to be dead!" i quipped and then pulled into another spot that opened up.

trashy bitch and trashy old lady yelled at me as i hobbled in to the store on my cane. mind you it was an arthritis-from-hell day and i could barely walk, even with the cane. i stopped and looked at them for a second smirking and then responded, "not only did you steal a spot from a cripple but you're verbally harassing her too. classy." and went in to get my meds.

when i came out, they were still waiting. they hadn't ever even gone into the store. "looks like you can get around just fine!" old bitch yelled. i looked at her like she was nuts! "yeah, i walk just great, don't i? this is all just an act. i really do have two functional legs. the disabled permit in my car is fake. wow, you're brilliant. guess you caught me." yes, i said all that with sarcasm. they started their shrieking again, and i finally lost it. "go back to your trailer park!" i yelled. "you're so white trash you harass cripples! i bet you don't floss your teeth either! you probably never went to college! i bet you smoke those skinny cigarettes with flowers on them! you probably play pull-tabs!" these were some of the worst insults i could think of in my fit of anger. pretty pathetic, huh? old skank jutted her chin out and shook her fist at me like some kind of cartoon thug. her adept ability at this gesture seemed to prove my white trash point even more. nice ladies don't make faces like that.

even thinking about it now i feel my chest tightening. i just don't understand what made those skanky women think that what they did was ok. granted i shouldn't have made such a spectacle of myself either, but sometimes i get so frustrated about being crippled. it's hard to accept that at times i can't even walk downstairs in my own house, let alone across a wet and slushy parking lot. it's even worse when people make difficult tasks even harder. i think i just hit the breaking point. or maybe the intense pain made me take a momentary leave from sanity. either way, i looked adorable, even with my parrot cane and heavy limp. so there, nasty ugly old white trash women! btw, the one who stole the spot from me was wearing one of those sweatshirts with a collar stitched on and a puffy paint nutcracker, and it wasn't in an ironic way like sasha. need i say more?

burnt orange and black lace vintage dress: racheltrouble.etsy.com

sunday morning coming down necklace: mmefortuna.etsy.com

black tights: nordstrom

black palladium knee high boots: zappos.com

very very vintage umbrella with bakelite handle and spooky worn cloth: shefindsthings.etsy.com (you gotta check out sheila's etsy stores - comb through all three and you're bound to find amazing treasures. she has tons of stock, too so send her a convo if you're in need of something specific. she's such fun to work with. you won't be sorry!)