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For those of you who don't already know, I work at this incredibly colourful "boutique" in Whistler's Function Junction where we "recycle" anything and everything. It's called the Re-Use-It-Centre. We were recently featured on Global's "Destination Whistler" for the countdown to the Winter Games in 2010.
Anyway, we're hip, we're cool and we see EVERYTHING!
Two days ago, two Dudes are standing outside our receiving area, hoping to unload their mattress. I've seen better beds in Africa, so we politely informed them that they would have to take their hokey mattress to the local dumpyard.
A few minutes later, I am called by a fellow employee to witness this abomination: these two laddies trying to squeeze their beloved mattress into the dumpster!
So, with hands on hips, like any old Mama, I shouted in my most ladylike voice:
"Hey Dudes, please don't do that, you''ll get an awful fine and we'll get into big trouble."
And one of the lads, the one with the Afro yells in a scene straight out of a movie,
"So where're we supposed to take it, BITCH!"
I just stood there with my mouth open - he hadn't said it in a derogatory way - more like Eddy Murphy or Will Smith in an action movie - and then I cracked up. I have never been spoken to in that fashion.
Everybody else who was witness to this cracked up as well and one commented,
"Some people's children, eh!"
"Some people's children, eh!"
The funniest thing is that the guy who shouted this profanity, also cracked up laughing at my reaction.
A couple of saucy responses raced through my mind, like:
"Why don't ya take it to yo Mama's house, Dog!" or better still,
"Yo, you can jus' shove that mattress where the sun don' shine Sugar!", but my strict upbringing got the better of me and I just reminded them that the Waste Transfer station was only 7 minutes down on Highway 99.
So we all giggled for the rest of the day and when I told my hubbie that evening he said he just might have tossed the lads into the garbage dumpster, but he couldn't help giggling himself when I reenacted the scene.
What would we do without our sense of humour here in Whistler?
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