"How many times do I have to tell you to not park in my parking space? Like seriously, how many times do I have to express this to you? Do you not understand basic English or something? Like...I can't even".
I stood there listening to this angry red-faced white woman at my door as she went off at the mouth. She waved her hands dramatically in the air as she went on and on about me parking in her parking spot.
"Like...What. Is. Your. Deal? Like I keep telling you this over and over! Are you deaf? Are you retarded or something?", she yelled at me with her hands on her boney hips.
"First of all bitch, it's not your parking spot okay? It doesn't have your name on it. And unless you plan on beating my ass for it, which is something me and you both know you can't do, I suggest you get your basic ass away from my door", I calmly told her.
"Sarah, let's just go. You're overreacting babe. Just calm down", Justin, her boyfriend, told her.
"No, no. I'm not going to calm down Justin. I am tired of..of..people like her and their sense of entitlement!" She said as she pointed her disgusting finger at me.
This bitch was at my door crying about me not backing down from a parking space so she could have it and yet she thinks I'm the one with entitlement issues.
"People like me? Are you serious Sarah?" I raised my brow.
"Yes, people like you. YOUR KIND. Blacks...do I have to paint a picture to you?!" She yelled at me, speckles of spit flying out of her mouth.
Justin rubbed his temples with a stressed look on his face. "That's enough Sarah. Let's go." He took her by the arm and led her away from my door way and upstairs to their apartment.
I heard them arguing on their way there. "But she keeps taking my spot Justin. She's an asshole", She whined. The bitch sounded like she was about to cry, as if she was a toddler or something.
"Sarah this is petty, let's just go inside and enjoy the rest of our evening", he said with annoyance all over his voice.
I rolled my eyes at their fuckery and closed my door.
Every week I had the same argument with this girl. For some reason, she thought this particular parking spot was reserved for her when in reality it belonged to everyone in this apartment complex. What I found odd was that she only gave me a problem when I parked there and nobody else. I was used to this hoe coming to my door throwing temper tantrums like a child but she caught me off guard with the racist shit, even Justin looked embarrassed when she took it there.
I wasn't sweating it though because I had something for that bitch.
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I got out of my car and popped the trunk, which was loaded with hella groceries. I had bought so many groceries that a lot couldn't even fit in the trunk and I had to put the rest in the backseat of my car. I looked into my trunk and let out an air of frustration. I was really dreading the multiple trips I would have to take up and down the stairs of this apartment building bringing my groceries into my house. I sucked up my woes and started gathering some groceries.
As I was making my way upstairs with my hands full of groceries, guess who I saw pulling up in the driveway of the building complex? Not Sarah but her man, Justin.
He got out of his car and clicked on his remote to lock it before noticing me halfway up the stairs.
All of a sudden, I "accidently" dropped one of my bags, which consisted of canned goods and a box of crackers.
"Oh! Let me help with you that!", I heard Justin say as he walked up behind me.
"Oh no, that's okay. Ugh, I don't want to hold you up. Geesh, I can't believe how clumsy I am", I said, acting all ditsy as I got on my knees to pick up my canned goods.
