Aw Crap

Scene: Random club, 2am Saturday, sitting at a table next to the dancefloor.

Me: You feeling alright?
Girl: I don't mean to be a bitch, but stop asking if I'm alright. I don't feel like dancing.
Me: Fine! I didn't want to dance anyways. And you know what? You are a bitch. You act like a bitch every time I see you. I'm sick of all your bullshit.


Lesson of the Day: don't go out when you're tired and have a cold just because your boy asked you to be his wingman so he could get with a girl, otherwise you might tell someone what you really think about her in no uncertain terms.