“What the hell are your doing?”
“What’s it look like? I’m getting my bone on. Amsterdam, bra!”
“It doesn’t work like that. You can’t just spark up a joint on the street. You need to be in a licensed coffeehouse. See?” I pointed to a no smoking sign.
He walked over to the sign and studied it, turned around, the joint in his mouth. “Dude, take my picture! Instagram!” He squatted down in front of the sign and thrust double fuck-you fingers in the air. “Don’t be a fuckin’ pussy! USA! USA!”
I wondered how quickly I could ditch him.
There’s one in every crowd. Two in some.
Yes, the ugly American. Well written.
Ditch him NOW, or you will be considered to be just like him.
I think he’s about to ditch himself…
Hopefully, pretty quick.
And, yet, people are so confused about why Americans are so hated in the world. This story was a prime example of why. No respect. No morals. It is a sad testament, indeed.
Ah! To be young and stupid once again.
well done. You caught the moment.
How did he manage a long flight with this guy? Funny take on the prompt, it must have been fun and freeing to write this.
I think this is one of my co-workers. Oh, guess not since he’s a Yank.
Don’t tell him. Just do it!
Haha! I became indignant almost immediately. Nicely done. :o)