Yesterday I was limping my busted, fused-spine carcass toward a table at that shitty little coffee shop in block 177 Bukit Batok West Avenue 8, just trying to sit the fuck down for a quick bite before a hospital appointment. Seven weeks out from multilevel spinal fusion and still moving like a broken puppet, and this youngish cunt – some entitled, vacant-eyed little bitch who clearly thinks the world owes her every seat, every second, every fucking molecule of space – cuts straight in front of me like a bulldozer and plonks her worthless lardy ass into the chair I was heading for.
What a pure, concentrated cunt. Straight-up fighting an old man who can barely walk after major back surgery, like the seat was some prize she deserved more than a half-crippled stranger. No glance, no “sorry,” no basic human fucking decency – just the casual, brain-dead entitlement of someone who’s never had to suffer a day in her life and assumes the rest of us exist to get out of her way.
Karma’s going to fuck her sideways for that. Let her feel every bit of the same casual cruelty she just dished out. Let her trip, fall, break something that doesn’t heal clean, and then have some equally selfish piece of shit steal the last available chair while she’s in agony. She earned it.