Me -The Cat Amongst Pigeons
People don't know how to deal with me anymore. Take these incidents that happened with me being a cat amongst the pigeons:
Why do Hindus think Muslims are dirty people? I have yet to see a Masjid thats kept dirty. Look at this mandhir! Its so frikkin dirty, prasad bowls thrown right in front of the deity and the loos have turd all over!! What? Are you telling me that muslims and low class hindus are dirty? Is that it?
Of Course I got a dirty look and a whole lot of mental cussing.
No, I don't want to buy diamonds. I'll wear them to one function and then can't wear it in front of people again and I don't know that many people that I can wear the set at least twice. Silver it will be.
Eyes were rolled at me.
Look, I am all in favor of sexual liberation and all but don't let the dude milk you for free.
Dudes hate me when I say that.
No! don't take a bite of my sandwich, its got chicken in it. Yes, I know its 'navratras' but I am an atheist.
Grim expressions from those who fast for their Gods
Yeah, I'm a big gal and no I won't stop eating those god damn Lindt chocolates, even if you consider it sacrilege that a big person like me eats with such passion and gutso.
More eyes roll
Traditions and I don't blend and I am bad at dates, heck remembering my own birthday is a chore.
Invariably the person puts a -remind Dee of so and so's birthday or anniversary on their calendar.
Don't fucking lie to me. I don't suffer fools gladly. (This I do more through actions than words but its more than clear to the party concerned)
Here people wish I knew the art of diplomacy and kept my big fat mouth shut.
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