GoinBackToCali
Well-Known Member
Yanno.. I know there's somethin not right with me..seriously.
I ain't right..
I went to practice tonight.... and for those of ya'll unfamiliar with what flat track roller derby is.. here is a sampling..These are the Texas Rollergirls, who will be holding our Boot Camp in Austin in December.
[ame=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ErqLD1ar4b8]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ErqLD1ar4b8[/ame]
So I only fell once, mostly because i'm faster than everybody else, and a better skater, so everybody else spent the majority of their time pickin' themselves up.
So needless to say, I was pumped on adreneline when me and Squidz left the rink.
We stopped at McDonald's for a Happy Meal for Christian. (Blake's still in the Hospital and Rick takes the night shift with him, has to do with the silt in his lungs and antibiotics and scarring..anyway.) All I have is a $100. They demand to see my license. They have a sign and a lil portable USB copier in the drive thru. The sign says they are going to run a copy of my DL off since I will be paying with a $100.
Wrong Tatertot.
I politely ask to speak to the manager.
The girl HOLLERS back *We got a joker in the DT tryin to pay with a $100 and is demandin to speak to a manager.*
I know you didn't..
Oh yes... she did.... she totally did.
The manager immediately strolls up with an attitude.
An attitude to clash with my roller girl persona. Let's roll darlin.
She hands me back my my bill and proceeds to tell me I can leave because the new $100 bills are now being counterfeited and it's policy to make copies of DL's. I tell her their are 3 markers to indicate a true $100 bill, and if she is that stupid of a Vidorian she can't tell, she ought not to be workin in the public.
Ok I lie.. a few other words peppered my speech.. started with a C...
But she started it.
And then she proceeded to just keep on yah yah'ing back and forth like a ninnie, and when I finally told her she was too stupid to get a real job that required effort instead of copying people's DL's, because there is nine kinds of info that can be garnered off a DL.. and frankly, MIckey'D's doesn't pay there employee's enough, nor provide enough security to guarantee that my DL info won't be boosted by one of their poorly paid employee's and commit Identity Theft, and in fact, their crappy lil Happy Meal wasn't that freakin good.. she pulled out her cell to call the police on me..
I started to recite the number to the po po to her.. she put her phone up.
My husband?
He is giggling like an IDIOT...*Yanno why we don't have gun's in Oz love? Cause we can throw a celly like a boomerang, want me to knock her out for ya with yer IPhone?*
Shut up... seriously...
So we go to Burger King.. wow.. they take my money.. orders right, they have smiles, and the foods fresh..
Imagine that.
So on the way home, we stop at the rink by my house to ask my friend that owns it if I can skate when its closed. He waits in the H2..as I am standing there talking to my friend, a total baseball mom walks up, looks at me like im garbage, like I am not even talking, waves her money in front of my face across to my friend and says *I need $5 in quarters.*
Oh no she didn't..
Yes.. she did.. she totally did....
The whole time my friend is stoked about rollergirls and is going on and on about me bringin' the rest of the girls in..so baseball mom hears and decides to give me an even more in depth look over.
Let me describe what I am wearing for you...striped knee socks.. a plaid schoolgirl skirt, Rosie the Riveteer bandanna on my head, nose, lip and eyebrow pierced. Roller girl t shirt, blood red lips, knee and elbow pads still on, and hand warmers. Pretty heavy black eyeliner.
Yeah ima freak. It's the rollergirl look.. I don't wear it 24/7.. just to skate.. geez.
She's looking at me with abject horror and disgust. I am the devil incarnate.
I can't help it. I swear. She's staring.... and it just comes out.
I get like 4 inches from her face.. throw my hands up in a waving motion, and scream BOOGEDY BOOGEDY BOOGEDY!!!
Her mouth drops and she literally runs off, without her change. My friend falls off her stool laughing at me.
So I go to leave, and this big swaggerring, staggering redneck has PLENTY of room to walk well around me. And my husband, by habit, see's it comin, and it prepared to hop out of the ride and intervene for the man about to run into me. (Rednecks here have no respect for women and have no problem runnin em down, and if your not a redneck yourself, or at least appear to be one, then your lower than garbage)
So I started to move. Keyword.. started. He staggered right into me, thinking the lil gothling would cower.
The lil gothling HIPCHECKED his country butt. Sent him flying literally 3 feet.
I never turned to see his reaction, just kept walking. Russell said he stopped and turned, never said a word, and all his friends stopped and watched me walk off and hop into the Hummer.
Rollergirls...
I stand by my original statement..
I ain't right..
I went to practice tonight.... and for those of ya'll unfamiliar with what flat track roller derby is.. here is a sampling..These are the Texas Rollergirls, who will be holding our Boot Camp in Austin in December.
[ame=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ErqLD1ar4b8]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ErqLD1ar4b8[/ame]
So I only fell once, mostly because i'm faster than everybody else, and a better skater, so everybody else spent the majority of their time pickin' themselves up.
So needless to say, I was pumped on adreneline when me and Squidz left the rink.
We stopped at McDonald's for a Happy Meal for Christian. (Blake's still in the Hospital and Rick takes the night shift with him, has to do with the silt in his lungs and antibiotics and scarring..anyway.) All I have is a $100. They demand to see my license. They have a sign and a lil portable USB copier in the drive thru. The sign says they are going to run a copy of my DL off since I will be paying with a $100.
Wrong Tatertot.
I politely ask to speak to the manager.
The girl HOLLERS back *We got a joker in the DT tryin to pay with a $100 and is demandin to speak to a manager.*
I know you didn't..
Oh yes... she did.... she totally did.
The manager immediately strolls up with an attitude.
An attitude to clash with my roller girl persona. Let's roll darlin.
She hands me back my my bill and proceeds to tell me I can leave because the new $100 bills are now being counterfeited and it's policy to make copies of DL's. I tell her their are 3 markers to indicate a true $100 bill, and if she is that stupid of a Vidorian she can't tell, she ought not to be workin in the public.
Ok I lie.. a few other words peppered my speech.. started with a C...
But she started it.
And then she proceeded to just keep on yah yah'ing back and forth like a ninnie, and when I finally told her she was too stupid to get a real job that required effort instead of copying people's DL's, because there is nine kinds of info that can be garnered off a DL.. and frankly, MIckey'D's doesn't pay there employee's enough, nor provide enough security to guarantee that my DL info won't be boosted by one of their poorly paid employee's and commit Identity Theft, and in fact, their crappy lil Happy Meal wasn't that freakin good.. she pulled out her cell to call the police on me..
I started to recite the number to the po po to her.. she put her phone up.
My husband?
He is giggling like an IDIOT...*Yanno why we don't have gun's in Oz love? Cause we can throw a celly like a boomerang, want me to knock her out for ya with yer IPhone?*
Shut up... seriously...
So we go to Burger King.. wow.. they take my money.. orders right, they have smiles, and the foods fresh..
Imagine that.
So on the way home, we stop at the rink by my house to ask my friend that owns it if I can skate when its closed. He waits in the H2..as I am standing there talking to my friend, a total baseball mom walks up, looks at me like im garbage, like I am not even talking, waves her money in front of my face across to my friend and says *I need $5 in quarters.*
Oh no she didn't..
Yes.. she did.. she totally did....
The whole time my friend is stoked about rollergirls and is going on and on about me bringin' the rest of the girls in..so baseball mom hears and decides to give me an even more in depth look over.
Let me describe what I am wearing for you...striped knee socks.. a plaid schoolgirl skirt, Rosie the Riveteer bandanna on my head, nose, lip and eyebrow pierced. Roller girl t shirt, blood red lips, knee and elbow pads still on, and hand warmers. Pretty heavy black eyeliner.
Yeah ima freak. It's the rollergirl look.. I don't wear it 24/7.. just to skate.. geez.
She's looking at me with abject horror and disgust. I am the devil incarnate.
I can't help it. I swear. She's staring.... and it just comes out.
I get like 4 inches from her face.. throw my hands up in a waving motion, and scream BOOGEDY BOOGEDY BOOGEDY!!!
Her mouth drops and she literally runs off, without her change. My friend falls off her stool laughing at me.
So I go to leave, and this big swaggerring, staggering redneck has PLENTY of room to walk well around me. And my husband, by habit, see's it comin, and it prepared to hop out of the ride and intervene for the man about to run into me. (Rednecks here have no respect for women and have no problem runnin em down, and if your not a redneck yourself, or at least appear to be one, then your lower than garbage)
So I started to move. Keyword.. started. He staggered right into me, thinking the lil gothling would cower.
The lil gothling HIPCHECKED his country butt. Sent him flying literally 3 feet.
I never turned to see his reaction, just kept walking. Russell said he stopped and turned, never said a word, and all his friends stopped and watched me walk off and hop into the Hummer.
Rollergirls...
I stand by my original statement..