Ever have one of those "What the hell?" moments?
I was out at Primtionary and usually everyone is really nice, no one makes fun of you if you need to build at an easy level, or if your build looks crazy or anything like that. People are very nice and supportive, and that's part of the reason why I keep going back. But today this girl... I don't know if she was just in a Crankypants mood too, or she really is just a bitch, or what. The last build of the day, the builder chose medium. I always choose medium, just because that's pretty much my skill level. So this girl says that he couldn't even make it a good one for the last build.
What? He's comfortable with medium. Medium is what he wants to build at. Who cares if he can't build at the Impossible level like SOME people think they're so great at!
So me being in a Miss Crankypants mood as well, I speak up and say that I like the medium level because it's better for my small vocabulary. Because, c'mon, how many instances in my life do I honestly use the word "pupate" or "laudatory?" Not to mention the afternoon Primtionary games are more for the European time zones, and therefore not all of them are native English speakers.
So what does this girl say to me? She said, and I quote because I chat log, "Your limited lexicon is of little importance to me."
Well excuse me, bitch! Here's some lexicon for ya, you deplorable little know-it-all. How about you try being nice to people even if you think you're better than they are? Because you sure as hell are not any better than I am. Grrrrr!
I didn't say anything more. But you can bet I'll no longer greet this person, or even bother guessing when they go up to build. Her building time is now my IMing or get up for a drink time. And I am almost positive that I won't be showing up for any of the games she hosts. Oh, did I mention she's a Primtionary host? Nice attitude for one, huh?