Today, I will express gratitude for the amusement that is chivalry.
It can manifest itself as confusion when you open the door for a man who gets knocked off balance when you mangled his comfortable social script.
It's even more fun when you train them not to open doors for you and you end up smacking one of them in the face with glass because he thought, most certainly, that you would hold it open it for him!
Ha...ha...ha...
Yesterday, it manifested itself when I was staring at a lying lawyer with my eyes betraying the fact that I wanted to jump all over him, cut out his tongue, and leave him lying on the floor in a pool of blood. He, being the gentleman that he is when he is not being a deceptive lying piece of crap, was more worried about my modesty as a tiny bit of my slip snuck from beneath my dress.
Hey....I'd rather show slip than an outline of my goodies but whatever...
I adjusted my skirt.
Maybe he's not soo bad.
I no longer want to cut out his tongue because he's going to need that to keep the lady's around him from showing off errant undies. Now, I just want his nose to grow every time he lies. It won't be long before he can begin to open doors for us with his monstrous beak.
Or maybe I can train him well enough that I end up breaking it by inadvertantly smacking it with a glass door.
He told lies that ruined my life. He's ruined other lives. I actually have people calling me to tell me things he's done to hurt them.
I'd like to break something of his, just like his his lies broke me and other people in this city.
Revenge is a dish best served cold.
Luckily, though, I don't have to be the one to dish out karma.
It's just a matter of time.
Love ya,
S.