Today I was walking to the bank to deposit some commission checks for the ol' agency. A very weathered woman carrying some gigantic sacks was walking toward me, so I moved to the side to make room for her on the sidewalk. When she was about five feet away she spit on the ground next to her and said:
"Bitch! Don't need you. I got a bitch next door wants to menage a trois." (I swear to God that's a direct quote.)
Me (taken only slightly aback): "Uhh, congratulations."
Crackhead: "Fuck you, bitch."
Then I kept walking away. They don't even phase me anymore. One of these days I'm going to have to do some crack and tape record myself because I suspect crackheads just verbally spill their subconscious thoughts. Who wants to join me?
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