Drum can apparently be bought and sold...

...by some white trash hussy from Sarasota. Let me fill you in on this little episode...

B'Gosh and I travelled to Virginia, DC, and Baltimore Earlier this week. We returned to Tampa today, and after getting off the plane in Tampa, I was promptly run into with a wheelchair being pushed by the afore-mentioned white trash biatch, whom I will henceforth refer to as Trash. As the foot rest plowed into the back of my legs, I jumped out of the way and said , "whoa, whoa, whoa!", as I imagine anyone would. Trash "apologized", and then said I should "chill out, dude!". I told her that she should chill out. She followed onto the tram, and I could still hear her bitching about me. I looked at her and said, "what a douchebag.". She heard me.

B'Gosh and I headed down to baggage claim, and next thing I know, Trash comes behind us and says, "excuse me. You could have been more polite back there!". I replied, "you ran into me with a wheelchair and I should been more polite? I don't think so.". She then said, "The other passengers agree that you could have been more of a gentleman." (as if all 160+ passengers on board had any idea what was going on), and I replied...I would like to tell you that I said something clever hear, but all I could come up with was my stock answer, "you're a douchebag!". Then she said, "look in the mirror!". I had a few more choice words for you, and then she said, "I could buy and sell you!". I couldn't speak at this point because I was laughing uncontrollably. She was obviously the least classy person around, and not more than one generation out of the trailer park.

Now that I have written this all down, I feel better. I wish I would held my tongue and just told her to go away. However, she is a douchebag, and I'm glad I told her so. Thanks for letting me vent.