About 20 years ago (I never have forgot this insult) I pulled into a gas station outside the city limits, no ciggaretts.. just a station you know like, Hudson Oil, highway exit to nowhere kind of pit stop place after about 50 yards of pavement down off the overpass you just exited off of the pavement stops and gravel road takes off in the two directions...farmland empty wilderness where am I.....
So, I hop off my scooter and this old guy maybe 70 or so is walking up to the widow on the wall to pay first for fuel at the same time I am I am in no big hurry just minding my own business we get there about the same time. I got off my bike sooner than he got out of his truck so as we aproached the window...old dude takes a step back and sais, "Hello there, Slick".
I thought to myself should I be offeneded..?.. or feel like, ..right, old timie dude.... I am slick slick like like the polished knob of mine I just pulled out of your daughter.
Does this old guy just go around throwing out insults to gain a advantage over any situation, as his opening line.?
Is he a X military officer or cop ( who spent 30 years lying in court to pick peopls pockets).. Military officer of a high rank..who recently retired and now has no authority over, "everyone" he runs into like he did when he was in the system..?
Was, "slick" a compliment like, hey.. nice jacket greaseball you got that crazy pomade hair there Elvis, ( I didn't but maybe he thought I was Brando in that 50's cycle flick) ?
Was it a comliment in a non disparaging way like,... slick, I wish I could be like you I am all plastic and cant be like you, I cant dress like you, I am mister plastic business man pointing fingers at you due to my wasted old unslick style.
Was I looking, "SLICK!!", like high falloot'n swells from up the hills way..?
Am I a cunt who takes everything as a personal attack ?
So, after several scenarios run thru my mind only a couple seconds have rolled by...I say back to him , "you can gohead on, there cool daddy"..I wave my hand across my body palm up and slide my hand away towards the window as a sign of passivity "non-conflict initiating".., palm up, you know,.. I didn't bow but the arm movent is the same...he just smirks at me and walks up to the widow and pays for his fuel.
Never saw him again never forgot being called, Slick.
Maybe, in another life he and I could have been friends and one night I could get drunk and punch him in the face.
Mutha On Bitches!
So, I hop off my scooter and this old guy maybe 70 or so is walking up to the widow on the wall to pay first for fuel at the same time I am I am in no big hurry just minding my own business we get there about the same time. I got off my bike sooner than he got out of his truck so as we aproached the window...old dude takes a step back and sais, "Hello there, Slick".
I thought to myself should I be offeneded..?.. or feel like, ..right, old timie dude.... I am slick slick like like the polished knob of mine I just pulled out of your daughter.
Does this old guy just go around throwing out insults to gain a advantage over any situation, as his opening line.?
Is he a X military officer or cop ( who spent 30 years lying in court to pick peopls pockets).. Military officer of a high rank..who recently retired and now has no authority over, "everyone" he runs into like he did when he was in the system..?
Was, "slick" a compliment like, hey.. nice jacket greaseball you got that crazy pomade hair there Elvis, ( I didn't but maybe he thought I was Brando in that 50's cycle flick) ?
Was it a comliment in a non disparaging way like,... slick, I wish I could be like you I am all plastic and cant be like you, I cant dress like you, I am mister plastic business man pointing fingers at you due to my wasted old unslick style.
Was I looking, "SLICK!!", like high falloot'n swells from up the hills way..?
Am I a cunt who takes everything as a personal attack ?
So, after several scenarios run thru my mind only a couple seconds have rolled by...I say back to him , "you can gohead on, there cool daddy"..I wave my hand across my body palm up and slide my hand away towards the window as a sign of passivity "non-conflict initiating".., palm up, you know,.. I didn't bow but the arm movent is the same...he just smirks at me and walks up to the widow and pays for his fuel.
Never saw him again never forgot being called, Slick.
Maybe, in another life he and I could have been friends and one night I could get drunk and punch him in the face.
Mutha On Bitches!
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