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Today I rode in from Richmond Hill on a later train. This woman had her son with her who kept running back and forth down the aisle telling passengers they were "pieces of poo".
Eventually he came up to me and called me a "piece of poo". So I looked at him and said, "No, you're a piece of poo." Suddenly his mother, who has so far been oblivious to her son's existence, screams at me, "Don't you DARE talk to my son like that!!!"
The kid stuck his tongue out at me. I then had a fantasy of hanging him outside the doors of the train as we sped along, but like you've said, I didn't, because I don't like jail.
2 comments:
Ideal come back: "Don't you DARE let your son talk to me like that!!!".
Unfortunately, one can never think of the great one-line comeback at the right moment.
...or Don't you dare infringe on my freedom of speech rights?!!
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