Lauren's... Inconvenient Curse

The Fuck Up

My name is Lauren Winters and I admit... I can be a bit temperamental at times. I've never been the most level headed creature and patience is not a virtue I posses. Essentially, once you get me going I can't seem to stop. This is apparently what led to my downfall.

I wish someone would've put a warning label on the woman I verbally assaulted earlier today so I wouldn't be in the predicament I now find myself in.

"Caution Witch. Will curse you if you piss her off"

So much for that I guess. Enough Lamenting, let me tell you all about my little fuck up.

It all started this afternoon on the Subway. My lunch break was almost over and I was running late to get back to the office, which was something that could not be afforded. If I was late to clock back in one more time that was it for me. I'd get the old pink slip and be sent on my merry way, no longer employed at the cushy desk job I took for granted.

Irritated with stress and anxiety flooding through my veins, my feet aching terribly from the black stiletto heals I wore to match my business casual outfit (a white blouse and blain black pencil skirt), coupled with a bunch of hot sweaty morons all squeezed together in a subway train- I was not a woman to be messed with.

But yet, somebody dared to mess with me.

The train was about to depart when I got to the platform, so admittedly, I may have gotten a little handsy with some people waiting to board the train and pushed my way past into the train car, procuring a spot next to a pole to grip on. The slight relief about not being late to work only lasted a few seconds before a sharp sting came from the back of my heel. The person behind had kicked one of my heels, which then caused my ankle to buckle in on itself and the shoe dug deeply into the skin on the back of my foot. I stifled a cry and didn't do anything.

Maybe it was an accident and they didn't mean to. Yeah, this train is crowded so that must be it.

Then it happened again, and the shoe cut even deeper into my skin. What little patience I had left melted away and I spun around in a frenzy, coming face to face with a smaller, older, and more robust woman. I recognized her from the platform.

"What the hell is your problem lady?" I shouted, not giving a shit about everyone on the train staring at the woman and I.

"You pushed me back there, so I only thought it fair I do the same to you." She said smugly in some sort of European accent. I think it might've been Romanian, but I'm not sure.

"I'm sorry, but I didn't kick your heels twice, now did I?"

"No, but I almost didn't make it on the subway. For your rudeness you should be punished."

Ooh she had got my gears grinding then. My number one response in these situations- insults. Like I said, she was on the rounder side. "Well maybe you shouldn't be such a big fat fucking cow then? Maybe if you weren't such a big tit sucking bitch you wouldn't have gotten in my way in the first place!"

The little old lady's eyes went wide as I dropped vulgarness insult after insult. The people around us started whispering. A few people's laughs rang out through the small crowd of people. The lady just stood there in complete shock for a moment.

Everyone's attention was turned away from the woman and I and to the loud speaker. The conductor announced we were briskly approaching the next stop. I brought my attention back to the old lady for her response to my crushing blow of a verbal assault.

She looked me deep in the eyes, basically staring right into my soul, before saying," You think I'm a cow huh? We'll see about that, my dear. Just you wait. we'll see which one of us gets milked first!" Suddenly the hag had grabbed my wrist and grabbed it tight. She started muttering words silently yet vigorously out of her mouth all while staring at my chest. Then the subway train came to a halt and the doors opened. The woman let go of me and was quickly swept away in the crowd of people getting off.