Donna asks…
OMG, what would you do!?
You've gone to a posh nightclub with a couple of friends. Having not been out in a while, you decide to go all out and wear a black short dress and a pair of very expensive designer 4.5" strappy black sandals, with loose straps that wind up your calves. You have fun and party with your friends until the early hours. At one point, on one of your many trips to the bar you run into a woman wearing halter-neck black and white top, black flared mini skirt and a pair of killer 5" white leather stilettos. You mistakenly step on her shoe, scuffing the leather and not even realising it you ask the bartender for a drink. She taps you on your shoulder and says 'Excuse you! You've just ruined my shoe! These are Armani you know!?' Looking a little bewildered you respond 'Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realise I stepped on your shoes! I'll buy you a drink!' 'A drink?!!?' she retorts, her voice climbing another octave. 'Do you realise how much these cost me?' You look down at her shoes and think they're really nice, but ultimately is was an accident and you think she's over-reacting. 'Look, I'm really sorry, but it was an accident. Not much I can do.' The bartender bring you your drink. 'What shoes are you wearing, she asks with a distasteful look on her face.' 'Oh, I just go these last week. They're Jimmy Choos.' The other woman's face relaxed considerably. 'They look lovely, what size are you?' Not really bothered anymore and wanting to go back to your friends you respond 'Size 6…. Look sorry about your shoes.' and you walk off leaving her at the bar. The night continues and you've had way too much to drink and your friends are still partying hard. Feeling very nauseous you plead with them to leave but they decline. You then make your way out of the club, stumbling along in your heels and wishing you could remember a cab number to call. That's when you bump into the woman you barely remember at the bar outside. 'Are you alright hon?' she asks you smiling. 'Fine thanks.' you reply, your words slurring slightly. 'Just looking for a taxi… have you seen any?' 'As a matter of fact I'm looking for them too, and I was told they're just on the other street behind the club. Just through here…' she walks into a side street and you follow. Both your heels tapping loudly against the asphalt as you make your way down the narrow side street. You then feel like you're going to be sick and you stop, leaning against the wall. You slide down onto the floor on your knees and wretch. You notice her coming behind you and asking if you're ok. At this point you're not really concerned, the world is spinning too fast and you feel awful. You can feel something tugging at your legs but you barely give it any attention as you get ready to wretch again. You feel the tugging again and after the second vomit you feel a lot better, and your mind gets a little clearer. That's when you realise your feet are touching the cold asphalt. You look back and see the woman in her halter neck and flared mini skirt, just finishing tying the strap of your sandals on her legs. 'What the hell are you doing with my shoes??' You ask alarmed. 'You ruined mine b*tch, so I'll have yours.' and with that she tosses her white pumps onto the puddle of puke you've just thrown up and it splatters on your dress. She laughs and continues to walk down the street to the line of taxis waiting at the bottom of the road in your Jimmy Choo stiletto sandals…. What would you do? The most creative and detailed answer gets full marks!!!
Our pick of the answers:
Being that I am drunk to the point of collapsing and puking, I would take my time with my revenge so I may enjoy it and really get her good. I would collect the vomit ridden shoes and take them home with me. No doubt in my inebriated state, I would likely vomit more - this time in a toilet. I would drop the shoes into the vomit-filled toilet then fish them out, being sure to collect a bit of the vomit also, and place them into a Ziploc bag. The bag would be placed on a window sill with the most sunlight where it would sit until the following weekend. When Saturday night is upon me, the bag would be placed into my purse and I would head back to the club. Talking with the bartender, who happens to be a dearly close friend of mine, it is arranged that the handful of pills I give to him would be slipped sporadically into the bi+ch's drinks throughout the night. I watch her from afar; allowing her see me once, and I smile - a nicely, condescending and terrifying smile. Her eyes widen a bit and she is sure to not make eye-contact with me again that night. She quickly and steadily becomes overly intoxicated - stumbling about in MY shoes; grabbing onto the people when she cannot stand any longer. I see her going down and as previously arranged, the bouncers remove her and place her outside of the club. I wander outside and see her, barely awake, completely incoherent, and offer her a ride home. She doesn't know who she is at this moment much less who I am. I led her to the same alley she'd taken me down; allowing her to lean upon my shoulder for support. Just a few feet in I pull back from her abruptly and let her smack the ground hard, right into a pile of dog shi+. She's out. I remove the bag from my purse then remove my shoes from her feet and place them into my bag. I open it and almost vomit myself from the smell. I pry her mouth open and begin to pour the contents of the bag into her mouth and all over her face. I stuff one shoe in her mouth, making sure she is deep-throating the heel. I then slide her dress up, her panties down, and proceed to stuff the other heel up her as$. Having not gone to the bathroom all night, I will hover over her a this time and proceed to pee on her abdomen, her breasts, and down her legs; covering her as much as possible. I kick her head with my shoe, rubbing it over and over to be sure the dog shi+ is smeared very good into her hair then make my way back into the club. I give the signal and one of the bouncers reports that he'd seen a drunken girl lying in the alley to the on-duty police officer. A spectacle is made - everyone from the club is outside to see; cell phones are broken out, pictures and video are taken and her fifteen minutes of fame are never lived down as she is now a YouTube star!
Betty asks…
If you were in this situation, what would you do?
This is a Creative Writing excercise, the most detailed and creative answer will get 10 points! Good luck! You've gone to a posh nightclub with a couple of friends. Having not been out in a while, you decide to go all out and wear a black short dress and a pair of very expensive designer 4.5" strappy black sandals, with loose straps that wind up your calves. You have fun and party with your friends until the early hours. At one point, on one of your many trips to the bar you run into a woman wearing halter-neck black and white top, black flared mini skirt and a pair of killer 5" white leather stilettos. You mistakenly step on her shoe, scuffing the leather and not even realising it you ask the bartender for a drink. She taps you on your shoulder and says 'Excuse you! You've just ruined my shoe! These are Armani you know!?' Looking a little bewildered you respond 'Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realise I stepped on your shoes! I'll buy you a drink!' 'A drink?!!?' she retorts, her voice climbing another octave. 'Do you realise how much these cost me?' You look down at her shoes and think they're really nice, but ultimately is was an accident and you think she's over-reacting. 'Look, I'm really sorry, but it was an accident. Not much I can do.' The bartender brings you your drink. 'What shoes are you wearing, she asks with a distasteful look on her face.' 'Oh, I just go these last week. They're Jimmy Choos.' The other woman's face relaxed considerably. 'They look lovely, what size are you?' Not really bothered anymore and wanting to go back to your friends you respond 'Size 6…. Look sorry about your shoes.' and you walk off leaving her at the bar. The night continues and you've had way too much to drink and your friends are still partying hard. Feeling very noxious you plead with them to leave but they decline. You then make your way out of the club, stumbling along in your heels and wishing you could remember a cab number to call. That's when you bump into the woman you barely remember at the bar outside. 'Are you alright hon?' she asks you smiling. 'Fine thanks.' you reply, your words slurring slightly. 'Just looking for a taxi… have you seen any?' 'As a matter of fact I'm looking for them too, and I was told they're just on the other street behind the club. Just through here…' she walks into a side street and you follow. Both your heels tapping loudly against the asphalt as you make your way down the narrow side street. You then feel like you're going to be sick and you stop, leaning against the wall. You slide down onto the floor on your knees and wretch. You notice her coming behind you and asking if you're ok. At this point you're not really concerned, the world is spinning too fast and you feel awful. You can feel something tugging at your legs but you barely give it any attention as you get ready to wretch again. You feel the tugging again and after the second vomit you feel a lot better, and your mind gets a little clearer. That's when you realise your feet are touching the cold asphalt. You look back and see the woman in her halter neck and flared mini skirt, just finishing tying the strap of your sandals on her legs. 'What the hell are you doing with my shoes??' You ask alarmed. 'You ruined mine b*tch, so I'll have yours.' and with that she tosses her white pumps onto the puddle of puke you've just thrown up and it splatters on your dress. She laughs and continues to walk down the street to the line of taxis waiting at the bottom of the road in your Jimmy Choo stiletto sandals…. What would you do? The most creative and detailed answer gets full marks!
Our pick of the answers:
Get up probably with a huge head ache & try to forget about the greedy woman. Karma would get her back sooner or later so there would be no need for me to take revenge on her. They are only shoes anyways no matter how much they cost.
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