This goes out

To the Desi girl who gave me a dirty look this morning. Right before this I had another girl look at me sort of odd, but I realized it was because she was waiting for a friend that was behind her. She looked like the younger sister on Modern Family. Google image it. So after that I went to the side of the main building to smoke. As I reached for my tools, I saw you. The first thing I noticed was your nasty hair. You should get a refund for whoever dyed it, or a refund from the drug store where you might have purchased that awful color. It looked like somebody beat you over the head with cherry flavored Kool-Aid. It looked like you feel asleep and somebody attacked your dome with cranberries. It looked like you did a headstand into a bucket of rotten tomatoes. Within a half of a second I saw your face. You looked like you just smelled a fart or sewage. Instinct took over and I inhaled deeply trying to figure out what you might have been smelling. Then I realized it was me you were looking at and there was no odor. What the hell? I actually brushed my teeth today and kind of washed my hands. Today was one of my better days and this is the thanks I get? Now that I think about it, I should have given you a dirty look. Your skin colors rivals that of dried dog feces. Your nostrils are flaring as if you are always upset? Why so serious? Your lips hint that you suck on blueberry flavored Push Pops, or you're holding your breath. I can't tell, but your lips are bluer than Papa Smurf's phallus. Next time I see you I'll make sure to look dead in your eye and spit. Yea, that's right. Spit on the high ground you walk on. Then you can go run home and tell your illegal immigrant friends on AIM about your event filled day. I am Baliwala. Blind people love me. That is all.