Oh my lordy lord, I started this on 9/15 and am just getting back to it.
I had no idea that French Kitty scrubs existed. I saw a woman on the Metro wearing them this morning.
Speaking of the Metro this morning, there was a bit of excitement in the car I was in. We had all just gotten on and were getting seated and comfortable for the long ride when I hear what sounds like a little scuffle and then a high-pitched scream comes from behind me. I was up and out of my seat in an instant, as was everyone else around me (there were only about 7 people in the car at this time). I don't know what I was thinking, but I think I was envisioning some kind of nasty wasp. When I turned around, I heard someone say "Stop bothering me!" and this is what I saw:
Two seats behind me, a petite white woman with wet, curly, 3-inch-roots-showing hair was cowering against the window. She was wearing a business suit and looked shocked. Looming over her was a large black woman in a navy blue padded/down coat - I didn't get a good look at her before she stalked off the train and down the platform but she looked kinda like a meter maid sans cap. Short hair. The man across the row from the shocked woman looked ready to jump in and help but since the meter maid-ish person left (throwing glares back at the white woman every few seconds), everyone uneasily sat back down.
I have no idea what happened, but from the look of it, the black woman had decided that the white woman had done something to her and either pulled her hair or spit on her or something. It wasn't a slap - I would have heard that. I also don't know which woman said "Stop bothering me!" but I do know that the white woman was on the train first and didn't seem to have pushed the other woman around or anything. I don't know if we were dealing with some road rage or a crazy person. Whatever the white woman did or didn't do, the black woman was clearly taking it too far.
And speaking of road rage, I am so so so tired of people who blatantly break the law. Yesterday, I stopped at a stop sign in a residential, 25 mph area. The car to my left had stopped first, so they went through the intersection. I started to go but noticed that the car behind them was not going to even stop at the sign and sure enough, they just continued through the intersection as if they had the right of way. So I turn after them, shaking my head. I'm still making the turn when they decide that the car ahead of them was going too slow (story of this area, apparantly). So - in a 25 mph area, they pull into the oncoming traffic lane, crossing not only the double yellow line but also a painted median (you know, the kind with painted yellow lines but isn't actually elevated) just to pass the person in front of them. Around a blind corner, might I add.
So they get back in the correct lane right in front of the car they'd just illegally passed...and come to a halt. Red light and they are - ooh - 5th in line to make the left. Dipshits. Best thing? The car they'd been too impatient to follow doesn't have to stop because it's making a right, so it just keeps going along to the right of the stopped line of cars making a left and makes its right...and the as*hole driver is still waiting. Heh.
( 08:42 FH | urban living. )