the #1 biggest thing i hate about the DC Metro area is how they will "hon", "baby", and "bless your heart" you to damn death, but nearly uniformly REFUSE to give you helpful info.
a dude rolled up to the coin laundry. asked a lady how much the machines THAT SHE WAS USING were. this bitch shrugged her shoulders like she wasn't in the damn process of using the bitches. i went after the fellow and told him the prices that i knew, since i also use those washers when they're available. would i bless his heart? fuck no; i'm from Jersey. the motherfucker can choke. but i can take ten fucking seconds to tell him that the delicate washers cost about $4 to use before he dies. i mean, damn. fuck southern hospitality; i have northern common fucking courtesy.
