I am walking through the parking lot, and I have just buttoned my keys into my coat pocket and pulled my hood up. This truck full of camo covered hicks drives up slowly and yells something at me. I thought they had told me I had dropped something out of my pocket. So I look down at the ground and reach for my pocket.
Cue redneck laughter.
I suddenly realize that they have yelled that I have dropped my pocket.
Hicks: Got ya!
Now, I am not proud of what came next. But they had not, in fact, "got me".
Me: Hey, I think you dropped your girlfriend! Oh yeah, you never had one!
Then I flipped them the bird.
I know, I know. It was totally a snotty thing to do, Immature. Definitely took the low road there. But come on, hillbillies, if you want to "get" someone, you make sure you aren't driving by in a diesel truck that makes what you are saying hard to hear. And besides, sometimes being a biatch is the only thing I have to hold on to,
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