trip report: fat racist lesbian violence

[talentdeficit]

me and my girl trin are on the train, returning from a vigorous match of tennis. trin, being the victor (i let her win, i swear), is exercising her priveleges and belittling and demeaning me in her hilariously broken engrish. trin is viet. or thai. or khmer? i don't really know. anyways, i mostly take my abuse like a whiny little bitch, but occaisonally i get kinda alpha and mock threaten her with my racket. this, obviously, causes her to squeal and make a flinching retreat. which is not the best idea in a crowded train. she almost bumps into a fat girl with a mohawk dressed all in black who glares at her. this goes on for a bit.

the third or fourth time trin encroaches on the fat girl's territory, the fat girl flips out and pushes trin, hard, back towards me. i catch her (which is far from unpleasant, admittedly) but it's kind of a jarring catch, trin is a delicate thing, so this is a rather serious affront. i'm not sure if trin ever touched fatty, but even if she did, she doesn't deserve to get pushed, right? the train is crowded, you're gonna get bumped. so i turn to the fat girl and say (this is where my eloquence comes out), 'what the [censored]!?' this slightly less fat but far gothier girl previously hidden behind the immense bulk of the first gets her lace all a-ruffled and screams at me, 'your [censored] gook skank needs to watch herself'. who uses gook these days? i don't like to threaten girls, but i say, 'be polite, or you'll have to watch yourself'. like a bad movie, fatter girl says, 'watch this!' and kicks me.

now, i make it policy not to fight girls. if you lose, what the [censored]? you lost to a girl. and if you win, what the [censored]? she was just a girl, you misogynist bully! i just got kicked in the calf though. what do i do? i make eye contact with this guy standing next to us who has this incredulous look on his face and match his look. he just shrugs. big help. i say, 'please don't kick me. maybe you and your girlfriend should ooze your way to the other end of the train and we can all cease being embarassing in public?' gothy sneers at me.

after five seconds of tense staredown, i turn back to trin and ask if she is okay, intent on ignoring the beasts behind. fatter hip checks me as she pushes past me, blazing a trail for gothy through the crowd. i'm tempted to trip her, but i don't. i got owned by a fat lesbian.