So, Friday I was at my brother's hockey game(I'm cool, I know) and so one of our guys gets checked into the boards, and nothing was called(it's a non-checking league) and then one of our guys checked one of their guys and nothing was called.
So then there's this woman, I shall refer to her as Bitch, and she was all like, "WOoooooOooooOoooOW DID YOU SEE THAT! HUH! HUH! HUH!"
And so I was all like, "Yea, well did you see that over there."
And she was like, "Well did you see that?"
And I'm a childish person so I was all like, "Nya."
And so this bitch was all like, "Why don't you fix your hair!"
P.S. my hair was really poofy b/c I did a really bad job straightening it and it was in a really big pony tail.
And then I was like, I have 3 choices right now:
1. Turn the other cheek
2. Tell her that she's the reason why people my age are anorexic and shit
3. Say, "I'd rather fix your face," and punch her.
But, before I could say anything one of the dad's was like, "You talk like that to a child!?"
Then one of the dad's on the other team was like, "Everyone better calm down."
And know, upon hearing the story, one of the dad's has basically vowed to say, "Nice hair." Whenever he sees me.
I imagine 10 years from know he'll see me and think, She looks like her mother, and say, "Nice hair."
- Alix
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