NaturalistDesigns wrote:fangbanger wrote:Once I was walking home in the summer from work and some White Van Man with his beer gut out shouts “Does the curtain match the carpet?".
Some Chav in his crappy Fiesta shouted “What happened to your hair!!".
The favourite though is " GOTH!! ", as loud as they can shout it and from as far away as possible, you know, so I can't smack 'em!
To the White Van; "Why yes, yes it does"
Chav: "I dyed it, what happened to yours?"
To the randomers (more commonly known as Chavs): Shout back "Chav"
It's what I do and it seems to work
As nice as it is to shout stuff back; it has back-fired before and we've had to physically defend ourselves.
One year, during the Football, it was England verses .....someone; my husband and I went to go buy Ice Cream from the shop.
On the corner of the row of shops is a Pub that shows the football... So walking, walking and then suddenly some of the Football yobs are shouting stuff, so I give them the one finger salute and go merrily along into shop.
When we come out of the shop, a few have congregated outside and immediately throw food and stuff at us. At this point I was really scared and just grabbed hold of Wes ( The Husband ) and tried to walk away as quickly as possible but one of them grabs Wes' hair ( long black sexy pony tail ) and starts to say derogatory sh*t about him, insinuating that he was a woman and women are only good for one thing....
At this point we are right by the pub, and there are, what seems like hundreds of them! One of them starts to say some shit about us and I just flip... I dropped the bag of Ice Cream on the floor, run up to the B*****d and punch him right in his face, he did react as if he were going to smack me back but he didn't.... I was hysterical by now because I knew that it was the worse thing to have done.
Wes had called the Police in this time and had started to drag me away.
I remember, as soon as we got out of sight, to safety, I just dropped to the floor and cried and screamed. I was so scared.
You have to be really careful because you don't know what people are capable of and for all you know, they could be ex prison convicts, crazed drug addicts, knife carriers.... you don't know.
Remember Sophie Lancaster?
he better be glad im not ghetto enough to pull out a straight razor and cut him.
but instead i just pushed his hand out of my hair and said "what the hell are you doing!? dont touch my head! dont touch ME! now get out of my face!" and stormed off. but im ok now. when i look back on it, i think it was kind of funny. especially the way he shrunk back when i started yelling at him.
HOW RUDE!!!
. So un-sly!
