Last night I had a couple of veterans in the car - Naomi and Lynn. While we sit in the McDonald's parking lot at Thorncliffe, they bitch and carp about every last thing, real foul mouths on them.
“Remember back when we never had to do Pakis?” Naomi yells over her shoulder at Lynn.
“Gawd,” Lynn groans. “Can you believe it's got to the point where you have to sucking Paki cock - and for LESS than what we made back in the day!”
Naomi shakes her head bitterly. “Yeah - and now it’s almost nothing BUT Pakis!”
“And they’re cheap fuckers,” Lynn carries on. “No Paki has ever tipped me a dollar - not one.”
Their voices get louder and meaner as their anger builds, like a crap stereo turned up way too high. I feel like whacking my head against the top of the steering wheel.