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Submitted by j t <jcricket1120.at.hotmail.com> (View user info) at 2004-06-19 11:38:36 EDT
...my friend T, just left the CVS on Comm Ave near the Boston University area.
She had just gotten off of work late one Wednesday evening and was very exhausted, but there's nothing like a recently purchased, very cold, brisk Nestea to tide her over during the long train ride home.
She took a refreshing sip, "Ahhh...cools you to the core" she thought to herself. "Corny, but effective".
She had recently changed out of her work clothes and was now pleasantly attired in her finest sweatshirt and matching sweatpants combination.
T jumped on the green line Train and upon seeing that her car was pretty much empty, she promptly picked a couple of seats, propped her feet up, put on her hoodie and passed the hell out...
The time is now 10:32pm.
...
She woke up and the train was at a standstill.
T was slightly groggy from her short, yet highly effective nap.
She felt like she'd been asleep for an hour but her watch read 10:50pm.
She looked around and realized that the train had only gone two stops in the span of 20 or so minutes.
She also noticed that there were a couple of more passengers on the train now and they too, were looking around and trying to figure out what was happening.
"What the hell is going on?" she thought to herself...
There seemed to be some commotion outside and she saw that there were several police cars on either side of the train stop.
Suddenly, a woman came onto the train accompanied by 5 police officers.
The woman was about T's age, probably a little older somewhere in her late 20's T guessed, but she also had a wild look about her as if her nerves were very, frayed or something.
The woman saw T and, to T's growing alarm, she immediately walked right up to where T was sitting.
The woman looked directly at T, pointed her finger straight at her and with triumph in her voice, said, "There she is officers! That's the woman that physically assaulted me!"
"fuuuuuck..." was all T's mind could squeeze out at the moment.
The time is now 10:51, initiate nightmare sequence...
...
Three of the officers take a visibly, frightened T off of the train in front of all of the other passengers, while the other two officers walk the other woman (aptly named, bitch 1) over to the cars.
The air is slightly warm outside, but T gets the chills and a sickness, slowly creeps into her stomach.
T starts, "Officers, I don't know who that lady is and I do not know what she's..."
"Excuse me miss, we'll start the questions here," says large officer number 1.
He continues, "That woman claims that you physically assaulted her earlier on this train. Is that true?"
"No, it is absolutely not true. I got off of work a little while ago and I'm just trying to get home," T immediately says.
Burly officer number 2 says, "I'm sorry miss, but unless you can prove where you were at around 10:30pm tonight, we're going to have to bring you in and file a report because it is your word against hers"
Panic is starting to rear it's ugly head as T's train starts to pull away.
T thinks to herself, "Fuuuuck. One more train left until it stops running..."
T again insists upon her innocence, but the cops, with some reluctance, are about to put her into the squad car.
but wait... a thought suddenly hits her.
"Wait a second officers."
She sticks her hands into her huge pockets and starts digging
She's feeling around, "Money, gum... some other miscellaneous shit. Please be there you little fucker!" her mind yells to herself.
after a couple more frantic seconds past, "Thank God!"
Relieved and excited, she pulls the crumpled, Nestea receipt out of her pocket from CVS.
"10:28! Booyah! Read'em and weep bitches!" is what her mind cries out.
But what she really says is, "Here's my receipt from CVS, officers. This is where I was at 10:30."
Burly officer 2 takes the receipt from her and looks at it. He shows Large officer 1 and they whisper for a bit.
They both look over at the newly elated T, and then they walk over to bitch 1. T holds her breath and watches in anticipation and watches as some words are exchanged.
The whole crew makes their way over back to T.
Bitch 1 walks up to T, almost eye to eye.
She looks at T for a good couple of seconds, narrows her eyes and says, "There was a woman... who looked just like you and dressed just like you and she assaulted me."
Burly officer 2 says, "ma'am, there's no way that this woman could have bought her drink and assaulted you at the same time. There's no way that she could have attacked you at this stop in time. This isn't the woman who assaulted you."
T smiles and her mind says, "Check and mate. Eat it, bitch."
Bitch 1, without an apology, or so much as even another word, turns and walks away with 2 of the other officers in tow.
Large officer 1 apologizes profusely to T and asks if she needs a ride home.
T considers it, because Large officer 1 is hot, but then the next and last train pulls up.
T declines politely and jumps onto her train.
"I should have slapped the shit out of that girl," she thinks to herself as the train pulls away.
T settles in and thinks to herself, "No way in hell am I falling asleep on this one."
The time is now 11:28pm and anger begins to seethe as T continues her journey home.
fin
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The story is every bit as true as I can remember.
My questions to you now are:
1) In your mind, what color was T's skin
2) what color was bitch 1's skin?
3) Why did you originally think that?
4) Do the colors and your choices change now that I've raised these question?
User Reviews
Submitted by creep_firebombing (user info) at 2004-06-19 13:08:25 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Good story and I see your point. It's sick and sad, but not really unexpected.
A white lady accusing a black person of assaulting her and Boston PD stops a whole fucking train? And Boston PD, despite that whole innocent until proven guilty thing, tell the afformentioned black person that she must prove where she was at 10:30 or she'll be arrested! Oh no! I would've never thought that would happen!
Ha!
Werd.
Submitted by mikethescottish (user info) at 2004-06-19 12:14:36 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Well written. But surely bitchiness is race-inspecific?
Submitted by FartSmeller (user info) at 2004-06-19 11:55:08 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
Of course they were all white. The sight of black skin makes me sick, even in my mind's eye. I see the point you were trying to make, though. Good.
Submitted by LiteracyLover (user info) at 2004-06-19 11:46:45 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
ooh nice story... the questions at the end were unexpected -- but hey, that's life.
my answer? no color .I don't perceive imaginary people as having skin colors 'cause i'm freakin crazy like that. I just see action, see thoughts, see outlines of a body, but no actual color.
and no, my perception of the story remains unchanged >> anything goes up here in Boston.
Submitted by KoolMang (user info) at 2004-06-19 11:45:09 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Now does that make me RACIST, or RELIGIONIST, hmmm....
Submitted by KoolMang (user info) at 2004-06-19 11:42:48 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
1) In your mind, what color was T's skin
2) what color was bitch 1's skin?
3) Why did you originally think that?
4) Do the colors and your choices change now that I've raised these question?
1 - Her colour was white, but the question is not colour, but religion. She was atheist.
2 - Bitch 1's skin was white, but her religion was Jewish.
3 - Because Jews are ALWAYS bitches.
4 - Colours never changed, just religious bitchiness.