So my girl, Principessa, e-mailed me a hysterical story today about how she got in a fight with a girl at Acropolis Pizza in Syracuse. Principessa was there late night, waiting for a friend who was getting some grub and decided to sit at a table and took off her shoes (I can relate to that!) and put them on the table with her purse.
From a nearby table she hears someone bitching to all her friends about how this "spoiled skinny white bitch thinks she can throw her shit everywhere." HOLD THE PHONE. Now, what caught Principessa's ears at this comment? The uncalled for need to call her spoiled when the girl doesn't even know her? No. The unwarranted claim that Principessa is a bitch? Nope, try again. The unneccessary need to bring race into the issue? Not it either.
This girl called her SKINNY! And Principessa was PUMPED.
For those of you who don't know, Principessa has been working with me to try and lose weight also. Last time I saw her, she looked AMAZING so she is def. doing a good job... enough so that randoms are calling her skinny-- go Principessa!!
How did she respond, you may be wondering. Principessa politely and rationally said to the girl, "Excuse me, but I can hear you talking. You are right. I shouldn't have my shoes on the table and I will gladly move them. However, you could have just asked me to instead of talking that way." Not only do I love my friends for having amazing responses like that to nasty girls trying to start shit. BUT I also love my friends for relaying stories like this to me, not for the fact that they almost got in a fight, but for the fact that they were called skinny!
I cannot wait until Homecoming and my fateful return to Syracuse to visit Principessa and hopefully, we can both get called skinny together :)
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I think she should have responded, "Thank you for your words. I will now gladly remove my shoes from the table."
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