Sitting at one of my favorite hangs, medium Americano by my side, a woman approaches the condiment bar to spruce up her drink, my table close by. I noticed something on her hand, something that appeared to be a ring, but nothing like any ring I've ever seen. She was attractive, and such an unusual piece of jewelry is more often than not a fantastic conversation spark. As I turned to her, a second woman (actor) approached the bar.
"Pardon me. Is that...a ring?" I asked. She proudly displayed it: A vintage spoon curled around her ring finger into a tight twist, with its handle wrapping upward around the finger, ending at a sharpened tip jutting out toward the pinkie. Cool bling, as WELL as a deadly weapon -- my kinda shit! Naturally, being a guy, I focused firstly on the weaponization aspect of the ring. "Man, a dude better be careful what he says around you." She giggled (not sure whether it was a "humor" chuckle or a "you have NO idea" snicker).
Just then, the actor blurted "maybe you should bring your face down here so she can use it." She snorted a self-laugh, apparently content with her sudden display of sociopathic humor.
What the fuck???
I sort of know this woman, and have spoken to her on occasion. Yet, even if she was my closest friend, there was no excuse for that outburst. She didn't know Ring Girl. Heck, she barely knows ME! I suppose she genuinely thought of her blast of theoretical violence as comic gold. With her non-blinking "kid in a toy store/deer caught in headlights" stare, she smiled as she wandered back to her friend who, being an actual friend of mine, could only gaze back at me with apologetic eyes. No doubt, this was not Little Miss American Psycho's first fling with proverbial fire, and it won't be her last.
I just pray I'm at a great distance when her mouth finally writes a check life can't cash.
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