Maybe this silly bitch didn’t realize she was smack dab in the middle of the fallout from a natural disaster?
Maybe she was just dying to be that slutty bumble bee I saw in the porn shop window?
(Her costume jammed in her suitcase back at the hotel, ordered from an online showgirl site. Glitter and flat irons sit unused on the fake marble counter top. Passes to some shitty party in the Village that would never be scanned).
Probably because there’s no power.
I turned around and gave her a dirty look. I’d be standing in this line for a while and I wasn’t in the mood to hear her high pitched squeaks of dissatisfaction any longer than necessary. I think the chihuahua in front of me even winked, thanking me for shutting the dizzy bitch up, preventing him from having to start howling.
Prime example of a giant “bitch” of mine.
Here this gash was, going on about how she wouldn’t be able to parade around like a jerk and get banged out by a local, when the very neighborhood her stupid ass party was in had no power, running water or heat and was flooded. Not to mention, home to many of my friends. Really, asshole?
Sure, we all had shit to do this week. It’s New York. Even the bums are busy. Hell they even work while they’re sleeping, (they leave their cups out don’t they?).
The girl behind me wasn’t the only one. Overhearing bits and pieces of everyone’s conversations, they were all complaining about little things. Being further uptown and away from the severe damage, people apparently forgot what a mess, Shit-Storm Sandy had made and how unfortunate so many of the residents were.
Fly into the city and bitch. Too bad their asses couldn’t get shipped back to the far off corners of Hell that they came from. The airports are still fucked and good luck getting in or out of the city. These creeps weren’t going anywhere.
But it wasn’t just the tourists. Everyone was doing it. Life was disrupted. Plans were dismantled and tragedy struck.
People are always going to bitch. About everything. It’s a mixed bag of problems, some legitimate and some stupid, (like our slutty bee’s).
This dynamic of big vs. little problems is not a foreign dynamic in the city, but common. This is the city where the millionaire and the homeless man share a street corner, waiting for a light to change.
The homeless guy bitches because he has gang green on his left foot and the millionaire bitches because the banana in his briefcase is too green.
Currently this dynamic is exemplified. The tourists won’t be making the parties they flew in for and some residents won’t be taking a shower or turning a light on when it get’s dark. Or worse, have a home to turn a light on in.
So what the fuck is the point? Think before you bitch. It could be worse. Way worse in most cases. Before you open your fucking mouth, think about those around you and what they’re going through. Be happy you have a pot to piss in.
And for fuck’s sake, if you survived a hurricane while on vacation, shut the fuck up about your party problems. Because I certainly don’t give a shit, nor does anyone else.
Y’all come back now! (insert wave + middle finger + smile)
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