CreamyGoodness
Well-Known Member
Last night there was almost nothing on the ole tube, so I wound up watching Worst Cooks in America (go Vinnie!) with a glass (or 9) of scotch and SWMBO. The neighbor's son, who Id say is my age, pulled up to the house with his gf or wife (I'm not sure, though I might find out if this keeps up).
We began to hear almost immediately "you are a liar, you are a LIAR, YOU ARE A LIAR". Over the tv. Through the glass door on the second floor, through the windows of their car.
I suppose a polite person would have turned the tv up to drown out the argument. I took a different tact, I put it on mute. 20 minutes later we turned the lights off and snuck closer to the window for better volume control.
Let me just tell you, I would not want to be on the receiving end of this verbal beating. She had this guy reduced to tears and then yelled at him for crying. He tried to make a call (apparently to her parents to have them pick her up) and she went back and forth between saying "instead of that number how about you call your wh***'s husband, I can dial that one for you" and "I promise you if you call my family and they show up they are coming with broken glass." Any fears that we might have had that he might hit her completely went away when we realized it was more likely that she would hit him. He finally left her in front of his family's place and sped away, but not before she put a dent in the passenger side door with her foot.
*Kyle from Southpark voice* I learned something yesterday. First of all, cheating on a woman, even a woman much smaller than yourself, can backfire in terrible ways. Being called a wh***lover is something that apparently can happen, and its a bad thing. And lastly, sitting in a dark apartment listening to your neighbors argue might lead to entertainment, but it also makes you feel dirty when its over.
We began to hear almost immediately "you are a liar, you are a LIAR, YOU ARE A LIAR". Over the tv. Through the glass door on the second floor, through the windows of their car.
I suppose a polite person would have turned the tv up to drown out the argument. I took a different tact, I put it on mute. 20 minutes later we turned the lights off and snuck closer to the window for better volume control.
Let me just tell you, I would not want to be on the receiving end of this verbal beating. She had this guy reduced to tears and then yelled at him for crying. He tried to make a call (apparently to her parents to have them pick her up) and she went back and forth between saying "instead of that number how about you call your wh***'s husband, I can dial that one for you" and "I promise you if you call my family and they show up they are coming with broken glass." Any fears that we might have had that he might hit her completely went away when we realized it was more likely that she would hit him. He finally left her in front of his family's place and sped away, but not before she put a dent in the passenger side door with her foot.
*Kyle from Southpark voice* I learned something yesterday. First of all, cheating on a woman, even a woman much smaller than yourself, can backfire in terrible ways. Being called a wh***lover is something that apparently can happen, and its a bad thing. And lastly, sitting in a dark apartment listening to your neighbors argue might lead to entertainment, but it also makes you feel dirty when its over.
