(C)rush Hour

After a long day of answering follow-ups from one lame mook desperately seeking LART application after another, I just want to go home. Unfortunately a truly bizarre problem which is interesting only because it's so wacked-out required a conference call with multiple machine remote access. That took more than an hour.

I normally leave on a Friday by 3:00p.m. It was quarter past four. I skedaddled before anyone could try to get me to answer a new Citrix ticket that showed up. It'll wait. The subway was packed. I was stuck next to a guy and a girl who were droning on in English about the most inane shit.

Imagine the most pathetic gay stereotype character from the worst BBC sitcom you can imagine. This guy was worse. He took a cheap shot at how I looked and without looking up from my book I uttered, "Arschgeige".

Quoth he: "See? You have to be careful. There's still a lot of hatred against foreigners here."

"That'd be a neat trick, you fucking cunt."

A look of shock came over his face as one of bewilderment came over hers.

"You stupid fucking mook. Do you not know that some 30% of this town is made up of foreigners? Do you not know that the fucking Krauts speak English? You're a twat. You're annoying. Shut the fuck up and let me get home in peace. Manolo Blahniks are not important."

Can't... breathe...
Fuckwits... everywhere!
x-posted to HuSi, sans poll