Team Shredder

Subject: Temporary Insanity on Queen's Day

I actually said to some queeny tranny lady figure who was brought up to the front of the incredibly slow moving bathroom line at the old school dagger bar, called Saaraien (who can spell it right?)anyway she was escorted up to the front by some weathered looking bulldagger, right in front of me, after I'd waited there 600 hours with my bladder falling out, and that was rough but ok, I was gonna let it go and not say anything, because i believe in ladies first and all that, even sometimes ones who grew up with male priveledge, but the nail in the coffin was when Miss Whatnot started vogueing at herself in the mirror in front of me while her friend Shovel did a photo shoot w/her camera phone, and Miss Whatever was like spinning around smirking to get the applause of me and the other lowly dykes who she just stepped over like so much garbage in the street. Oh no, Mary, I was not having that. Don't (1) climb over me like I'm nothing, (2) vogue at me, then (3) expect me to thank you for it. Not while my drunken bladder is falling out. So i let her pee and when she came out I had to have a word with her. I wasn't too bad, all I said was, "Mary, that was so tired, I've been standing here for an hour." And she was all, "Excuse moi?" And I repeated it, halfway not believing myself because I never have altercations anymore, I'm not into it. Anyway we worked it out, she said something about she guessed they brought her to the front because she once DJ'd there, and I was all like that's ok Mary, and she put out her hand to shake and said it was nice talking to you.
Did I turn into a raging alcoholic after only 5 days of it? I never get mean like that, but I was so furious, my friends afterwards were laughing and said my face was all red. I just felt like it was an insult under pressure of bladder injury and I had to stand up for myself. Now i wonder whether I made a whole thing out of nothing, and that I've actually gone insane.