Comments on: Impossible Situations #3 What would you do?

By: Andria S

Andria S — Sat, 31 Jan 2009 16:37:31 +0000

I pick up the scuffed stiletto she had tossed in the vomit and sprint toward her. Holding the stilletto like a knife I catch up to her. She screamed even before I jabbed the heel in the side of her face. I grab her long black hair and pull her to the ground. While she is still screaming and holding her face I yank my jimmy choos from her feet. I dont bother putting them back on. I begin to walk off and look back at her with sweet revenge on my face I ask ” I bet you never thought Armani could be so painful” I muster up a a little devilish laugh despite the burn I feel on my bare feet. I toss my shoes in the back of a cab and climb in. I looked down at her still on the ground as the cabbie drove off and grinned. She read my lips as I said **** this and held up my long middle finger.

By: john.donahoe

john.donahoe — Wed, 28 Jan 2009 05:30:35 +0000

Ewww! All this talk about throwing puke-shoes at her hair, and puking on her, or on the shoes she took! Gross. I dont know about ya’ll but I **** puke. I **** it so much that I dont even want to be around it! You sickos!! Seriously who would really do that if ya’ll were actualy in this situation?! Nobody, thats who.
If it were me, and depending on how drunk i was, I would get in a cab and follow her. Follow her wherever she went. Then when she got out of the cab and into her apartment I would come back the following day and the next day and the next day until I knew everything about her. Who her friends were, where she worked, ate lunch, worked out, etc. That would give me ample time to get revenge if I really wanted it. Nothing too crazy. If I wanted to be nice about it I would get the puke-shoes cleaned [professionaly] and show up at her place and give them to her. Tell her that I had them cleaned and if we could trade back. If I wanted to be devious then I could show up at her apartment a week later (so she wont remember me) with my friends and say that we are looking for a friends house and we are lost. Then I would ask to use her phone. While my friends are distracting her, I would ask to use the restroom. sneak back there snatch the jimmy choos and eighty-six that place!

I think thats pretty original!
Take care,

John.

By: kanchi

kanchi — Mon, 26 Jan 2009 07:05:53 +0000

i would go to her plead her to give my shoes back n try to make her understand that ,that was just an accident .yet if she refuses i will give her a slap snatch my sandals back n go on ……….or i would call for a cop

By: Char

Char — Sun, 25 Jan 2009 00:57:56 +0000

Id chase after her,(being able to run far better without my killer heels) with her now puke soaked pumps in my hand.

Id throw them at the back of her head so she stops.

Id ask for my shoes back. if she declined id puke on her feet. lol
yes it ruins my shoes too but at least she wouldnt want them then.

Id then take her armani ones home and sell em on ebay – people will buy anything these days!

By: SonoranAngel

SonoranAngel — Fri, 23 Jan 2009 09:31:41 +0000

Well, I know I won’t get the points. I did enjoy the story though. What I would do is saturate those icky white shoes in the puke and toss them at her. I’d also say, “BTW I do suffer from planters warts”

By: James b-ridge

James b-ridge — Mon, 19 Jan 2009 22:47:41 +0000

You should write “choose your own adventure” books for adults!…as for a creative answer, here goes……I would ask her if we could eat each others hair pie.

By: ??Army Wife??

??Army Wife?? — Sun, 18 Jan 2009 16:17:25 +0000

I would take the puked on shoes and throw them at her. Get it all in her hair and everything…then trip her and get my shoes back.

By: asp

asp — Sat, 17 Jan 2009 12:34:46 +0000

Are you sure you’re not writing a novel here?

By: nekochi666

nekochi666 — Thu, 15 Jan 2009 03:33:20 +0000

TBH I would never get into a situation like that. My answer would be to report her to the police, as she just nicked your shoes. Its not a creative answer though…

By: rob_harwell

rob_harwell — Wed, 14 Jan 2009 22:59:46 +0000

‘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