Drunk and Hot Girls

Why do drunk girls think that they're above us commoners? They attempt, and get away, with more shit in one night than I ever will in my life. Last night, I escorted Lyle to get pizza after the bar and witnessed some stuff that set me off. First, a girl and her friend squeeze past the line for pizza claiming they just want to get inside to get out of the rain. No biggie, right? Right, until I see those two hookers paying a few minutes later. So because you're drunk and don't want to wait, you don't have to? Next, as we're standing on the cusp of the doorway, the broad behind me is trying to muscle me inside so she doesn't have to be in the rain, which is a mist by the way. When I turned to see why she is trying to post me up she says sorry but she doesn't want to get her shoes wet. Haha, you picked the wrong person to say that to sweetheart. I rolled my eyes and turned to Lyle to loudly explain to him how I frequently want to wear my Jamaican Green 90s or my Jordan IVs but I check the weather first so I don't end up like the idiot behind me. To make it even worse, the hoodrat calls the pizza place we're in to order a pizza because she couldn't bear to wait in line. I turned and said, "Are you serious?" She politely asked if I wanted the number, I said no and came this close to stepping on her ugly shoe on my way out.