You do NOT talk shit about Squeegee! Understand me? No one talks shit about Squeegee!
I was in the window the other night when a car pulls up and parks way out from me. Not even to avoid this huge pothole right by the window (A story in itself), just… way too far out.
I get her smokes and reach to grab her money. I was fully prepared to tell her to get out of her car, but luckily for her I could just reach without having to hang out the window.
Custy: Oh! I’m so glad you’re in the window and not that skinny blonde bitch!
I paused and glanced to SignGirl, who is also blonde, and then back to the lady. I suddenly realized she was talking about Squeegee, and I started to see red.
Custy: I’m 6 months pregnant, and she wouldn’t even reach out the window for me! ‘Oh… I can’t reach.’ Fucking bullshit, right? I mean, if you can’t reach, they why the FUCK would you work the window?
I kept staring. This is one of the few times I’ve not lost it on someone. I didn’t know what I would say and had to choose my words carefully, because I adore Squeegee.
Custy: I mean, I’m sorry if she’s your friend, but it’s true!
Terah: Ma’am… not only is Squeegee pregnant herself, we don’t get to choose where we work for the day.
Her entire face just fell. Her whole bitch rant was based on the idea that Squeegee, who hates that window almost as much as I do, WANTED to work it.
Terah: Our manager tells us where we work for the day. And if we express disdain for a particular location, we have to work it MORE. So, no, she didn’t want to be in the window, and she COULDN’T lean out as far as I can.
Custy: Oh. Your manager is a BITCH then!
And she drove off, PARKED HER GODDAMN CAR, and went in to the little casino.
YOU AREN’T SORRY, BITCH! If you don’t like having to park to avoid that fucking pothole, WHICH THEY WILL NOT PROPERLY FIX BECAUSE WE ARE MOVING WITHIN THE YEAR, then find a spot, GET OUT, and fucking WALK IN!
YOU DO NOT TALK SHIT ABOUT THE SWEETEST GIRL TO EVER EXIST, SO HELP ME GOD I WILL CHOKE YOU!
--Terah The Gas Slave