After she said that horrible thing, I waited for an opportun moment, grabbed the ring, and took it back to the store.
When she found out the ring was missing, she asked me what happened to it, and I told her that I had taken it back beacuse she didn’t like it. She became furious and insisted that I get the ring back, or she would …SUE ME! (She seriously would have too, I know her) Okay, so I even called my atty. and he said that she could do that and would probably win, because it was a gift, so I went and got the ring back.
After she got the ring back, she herself took it back, and tried to get the cash refund for it! The store would only allow exchange since it was on MY credit card so, she exchanged it for an emerald necklace. Two months later, she took the emerald necklace to a pawn shop and hocked it for whatever cash she could get! What a bitch.
Being called anna/lamerino made me really mad the first eighteen times I saw it in the Pit. Then somehow it lost it’s sting, and I’ve used it myself.
Funny what sets people off.
Oh, honey, that’s a compliment. It means you recognize strength in femininity. I am wont to respond to such a comment with “You know, the best thing my mother ever taught me was that the words “angry” and “feminist” aren’t synonymous.” and let them ponder.
The greatest men I know call themselves feminists.
Yea, handy. I grew up and went to high school with a girl who lived down the road from me. She wasn’t deaf, but she had fairly major hearing impairment, and it is getting worse. But I can’t count the number of times I was with her and heard “My, for a deaf girl, you speak so well!” She’d just smile and say thanks, and I’d be fuming. It’s like telling an African American that they sure do have rhythm. ARGH!
Two things. Out of the same chick’s mouth. About the same guy. Five months apart. Read on:
“I fucked him because you were neglecting him.” [I neglected him because I was in bed with mono for three weeks.]
“I only fucked him because he’s the only guy we both wanted that I didn’t get.” [FAR closer to the truth, I’d wager. I called her ‘cunt.’ I hung up on her. The entire dorm floor, which, unbeknownst to me, had been listening to my end of the conversation through their open doors, burst into applause. WOO.]
I don’t know whether that’s really insulting or not, per se, but it definitely pissed me off. First boyfriend. First sex. First best friend fucking him for five solid months without my knowledge. Last to know.
I’ve also been told, “You bore me,” which would be a HEINOUS insult had it not been in a flame war from someone I’d never met.
I’d have to say the first(in order of occurence) worst insult to me was in high school.
First sex, First sex with best friend, Best friend(me) feels awkward afterwards(besides being my first time, I thought she was a lousy lay). Best (boy) friend has trouble talking to best(girl) friend.
Breaktime at high school, hundreds of people around, Best(girl)friend layeth the smackdown on best(boy)friend.
Oh, and after that it was shit talking about Best(boy)friends unit, even though it is of standard issue size. Best(boy)friend retorts to same friends with likewise comments about best(girl)friend’s machinery(I believe we called her Trash can____(Insert “C” word).
Luckily I’ve blocked out most of the evil stuff that got done to me . . .
Been called a waste of [insert thing here] more times than I care to remember, if I could.
“You look like a leper’s bowel movement.” This from someone with more facial troubles than Christopher Robin, Randy Johnson and Mark McGwire put together.
In grade school, when I was being beaten on or picked on or something equally bad or worse, the teachers would turn their heads or walk away or something similar. May God kill me on the spot if I’m wrong about this, but I thought they were there to do the EXACT FUCKING OPPOSITE!
Both of my sisters have called me a freak several times, despite my parents telling them not to do so.
Once, at college, I was walking through a dormitory courtyard, which was empty expect for myself. There were two students looking out over the courtyard from a third floor window. As I went by, I heard one say to the other: “The most boring people are walking by today”.
I’ve always thought this would make a good title for my memoirs.
Fat chicks are fair game, of course. I’ve been both barked at and mooed at on the street any number of times. The usual response from other people is (however kindly put) along the lines of “Well, stop being fat and they won’t do that anymore.” :rolleyes:
Worst insult from someone I knew: An action, not words. I was on a date with a guy that I was beginning to get serious about, and we went to the beach. Where we ran into another of his female acquaintances – on whom he had a crush, as it happens. So he left me behind and went on a nice, long ramble down the beach with her. Unfortunately, we had come in his car, so I had to speak to him again. Once.
Back in the late 80’s, I was involved with a girl who I was quite smitten with. I mean I would do anything for her. So I spent about 4 months painting her a picture filled with symbolism and movement and color. It was probably the best picture I have ever painted. When I presented it to her for christmas, she asked
“Were you really that broke that you couldn’t buy me something?”
We broke up the next day & I haven’t seen her since. That was also the last girl I ever shed a tear for.
June of '99 I moved out of the town I had pretty lived in my whole life. I only moved about 40 minutes away. Back in April of 2000, my best friend for a little over a decade was killed in a car accident. At the time I hadn’t been to that town in about 5 months. What was the very first thing one of my other friends said to me when I got there? “Well I guess now we all know what it takes to get you to come back to town.” She got her ass brutally kicked right there and, needless to say, we’re no longer friends. To top it all off, after staying up there for a week, what’s the last thing that same person said to me as I was leaving? “So, hey. I’ll see you when someone else dies.” To which I replied, “Hopefully, that ‘someone’ will be you.” That’s a horrible thing to say but I have since apologized.
I received my worst insult when I went shopping for my prom dress. My parents were with me–Mom to help me find a dress, my Dad to approve of the dress before handing over the MasterCard A family friend (whom I’ll call Jane) was with us too–she was convinced that I needed help finding a ‘stylish’ dress. At one point, I tried on a dress Jane absolutely loved. I hated it. I then put the dress I loved, at which point Jane said:
“I don’t like that at all. It does nothing for you. That other dress was so slenderizing, and this one just…I just don’t like it.”
Seeing as how this comment was coming from a 300+ pound woman, I bought that dress. My dad later told me that there was no way in hell that he would have let me buy the dress Jane liked.
I’ve developed selective amnesia over most of the slights from early youth. The ones that stung the most were comments about, “hey, sorry, can’t get interested; you’re too tall.” (Oh, that’s okay; I knew when I grew this tall it would turn guys off.)
The absolute deadliest insult? A former boss told me downgrade an employee evaluation: the employee was black and the boss didn’t like black people. It stunned me that she believed for one flat second that I would scrag a good employee to support her bigotry.
It’s one thing for tactless folk to say I’m too tall and geeky. It’s another when someone assumes I’m corrupt and casually vicious.
FWIW, I refused, informed the boss that if she wanted the evaluation to read that way she’d have to do it on her own and put it over her signature, and then resigned. (I also advised the employee, privately, what was going on–and offered to serve as witness for any official action she’d want to take in the future.)
That memory scalds the most, and still makes me angriest. And I get angry at myself for letting jerks get under my skin.
I’m pretty difficult to insult. I don’t usually take things personally and am generally so oblivious I probably don’t even notice most of the time. But here was my worst:
College, married. Working 30 hours a week and going to school full time (20+ credits). Rarely home. We decided that I would go work in an Alaskan cannery over the summer to make enough money that I could work less the next school year and be home more often.
While I was gone my best friend pretty much moved in. Ostensibly because he needed a place to stay while the dorms were closed. I was cool with that, I trusted everyone.
Two days after my return from Alaska (and coincidentally on our anniversary) she told me she wanted a divorce. The insult?
“He [my best friend] has nothing to do with it.”
That she thought I was so stupid to buy that was the most painful part of the whole process. They were living together two months later.
Works both ways - I remember being solemnly asked for tips on how to gain weight, since I was so good at it. And who could forget You sure are fat and I thought it was the winter coat but I guess it’s you (actually after the passage of some years, I’ve started to find that one rather funny.)
Then there are the comments that are just puzzling. Yelled from a car: My girlfriend’s almost as fat as you! (Huh?)
And my favorite: You’re nice, but unpretentious. Still can’t work that one out.
after being fat this long in my life, if anyone is stupid and careless to mention this stupendously obvious fact, I have gotten extremely violent. If someone does mention it, I normally put them on the “Ignore” list and let it go at that. And I’ve had a few mechanics/body shop owners learn you do NOT piss off a delivery person. You tend to get put at the bottom of any list they might have.
Last guy who called me “Fat” was one guy who worked at the same place I did. I casually got up, threw him against a filing cabinet, and informed him that if he ever mentioned something so obvious to me, around me, or behind my back ever again, I was going to beat the living shit out of him, take my time doing it, and there would be NO witnesses for him, and I’d have one hell of an airtight excuse. He knew I was dead serious, and that he’d already been taken to the back of the store once and gotten beat for getting on someelses nerves, and knew no one would back him up. So he ended up being dead quiet around me for the rest of the time I was there.
Normally, if people insult me, they aren’t worth talking to. I don’t talk to them, and go on with life.
Worst insult? That’s hard to nail down. I’ve been getting insults all my life and get one almost every other day. It ain’t easy being Male and having the name Leslie. Everytime a phone salesman calls, Is Miss Leslie blah blah blah there? Actually, yes HE IS! CLICK! Those i’m kinda used to by now. The ones that really irk me, are the cashiers in ANY kind of store where i decide to use a credit/debit card. They always look at the name on the card and then start looking me over to make sure i’m no thief who is trying to pass a stolen credit card because the name on the card is a Females name. I can’t count how many times the nitwit in front of me uses his/her credit card, the cashier never even checks the sig, passes he/she with no problem because the names match that sex, and i end up having to dig out my drivers license, passport number, and birth cert. UGH!
Ops, sorry to have gone off there. Think i’ll that this over to the pit.
I work with a woman who flatly refuses to listen
to me talk. She has a neurotic son who calls her
every half-hour. Once I was standing in front of
her after having dental surgery, with blood coming
out of my mouth, telling her “PICK UP THE PHONE.”
When I asked her how she could ignore me like
that, and she said “You know I can’t hear you.”
I told her I was standing in front of her with
blood on my face “Well, you’re too ugly to
look at.”
After a guy at worked called me a BITCH for the
tenth time, I did an hour of Elton John’s
THE BITCH IS BACK. I cannot sing at all. He
complained about me doing it!
A family friend (whom I’ll call Jane) was with us too–she was convinced that I needed help finding a ‘stylish’ dress. At one point, I tried on a dress Jane absolutely loved. I hated it. I then put the dress I loved, at which point Jane said: