You heard me....

So last night, I was watching an episode of Blind date. Setting aside the predictable and inevitable hot tub scene, I was really impressed with the way this woman was standing up for herself....a quality that I have not yet perfected.

I started thinking back to the instances where I have stood up for myself and they all have seemingly backfired. Let's review shall we.

1.) Last year on Thanksgiving weekend I was in McDonalds alone having my own pitty party when I witnessed a grown woman screaming at a bum who was quietly eating his meal at a table. She was yelling "You smell so bad that I don't want my kids around you, we have all lost our appetites, get a job, you are useless..blah blah blah." The homeless man just sat there and read the newspaper and ate his fries while she got all up in his grill. Not only did she get up in his grill in front of everyone in the restaurant, but she did it in front of her children. I could not believe what I was witnessing...I went up to the counter and I asked for the manager and I said "There is a vulgar rude bitch, screaming at a homeless man for no reason, can you please ask her to leave, it's very upsetting." The teenager standing next to me turns to me and says "That's my mom." I looked at her and replied "Your mom's a bitch." She was speechless. I was so proud of myself and I just walked away. I was shaking of course in fear that this little teeny bopper could possibly bust out a glock at any minute...but at the time, I felt it was necessary.

The manager came out and escorted the mother and the children out of the restaurant and told them not to come back. Technically I was not standing up for myself, but nonetheless I stood up for someone else and it felt good.

So I sat at a table by myself and ate my fries absolutely horrified at what I just witnessed. I kept staring at the homeless man until eventually I walked over and gave him $10 bucks and said "Happy Thanksgiving sir." Then I walked home on Eglinton scream crying because I felt so bad for the man.

THEN 2 days ago, I was walking up Yonge and I see the exact same homeless man and he asked me for change and I actually didn't have any and he called me a bitch under his breath. Are you kidding me? I gave you $10 last Thanksgiving so you could buy booze and drugs and that's how you repay me?

2) I am in the parking lot of the mall with my mom and we were CLEARLY going into a parking spot when some jack off decided it was his...so the bastard started to turn at the same time. My mom slammed on the breaks and I rolled down the window and yelled "HEY COCKSUCKER, THAT WAS OUR FUCKING SPOT!" I have no idea what got into me and I completely forgot that I was with my mother who was having a mild coronary in the drivers seat in regards to the language that just flew out of my mouth. We entered the mall in silence...we didn't say a word until we sat down in the food court and she quietly says "He could've had a gun you know?"

It felt so good to scream that though...I don't regret it at all.

I would like to have more episodes which reflect having a back bone...although I could work on my choice of words and my habit of giving homeless people money.