So, I posted on Instagram that a girl and her friend were running their mouths about how “ghetto” my chair looked and how “ratchet” I looked. FIRST OF ALL, I hate the word ratchet and some people should not use it (like these girls).
My bedazzled ride has experienced some damage and my armrests had to be reupholstered with really strong tape because the original upholstery was fading and tearing. Apparently, the girls behind me had their own thoughts on my appearance. I won’t go into what their exact words were, but they were whispering and laughing, thinking I couldn’t hear. They were wrong. What they don’t know is that I can hear EVERYTHING. Literally EVERYTHING. I ignored them for a bit because their comments were so dumb and they didn’t deserve a response.
They started laughing louder and the Italian in me was out in full force. Some of you suggested running them over or punching them (which, believe me, it did cross my mind), but I am a word person, so I used something they didn’t have: A BRAIN.
“Umm, yeeeaaah?” (They talked like Kourtney Kardashian)
“Is there a problem, or…?”
“Yeah, your chair is ratchet! Who rides in that? Who wears that?”
“I mean, c’mon!”
The response that shut the whole conversation down completely:
“I’m sorry, ladies, I tried to see life from your point of view, but unfortunately, I can’t stick my head that far up my ass! What a shame! Have a good day!”