she learned her lesson.

"What's wrong with your hair?"
"I dyed it. It's cute, huh?"
"Boooooooo."
"Is that all you have to say?"
"Booooooooo."
"Fuck you then."
"That'll be $3.76, you piece of shit."

Denise Lee paid the cashier the money and went about her business. Who would have thought that the employee at the coffee shop would be so rude? It was most certainly something that she would not have expected. After all, she had gone to the same coffee shop for years, and everyone there treated her kindly. She was just there yesterday, and things were normal. Shaking her head with anger, she decided right then and there that she would no longer give business to that establishment.

Sipping on her drink, she entered her car and began to drive aimlessly. With nothing else to do but ponder on the situation, she began to feel terrible. It was as if she was about to cry. Looking around the streets as she drove, it was as if everyone was upset at her. Old ladies shaking fists, little boys giving her the middle finger, and high school honor roll students throwing text books at her car. Why was the world so angry at her? At this point, she was definitely going to cry.

Feeling shaken up, she decided to go her friend, Cindy, to talk. If one more stranger treated her poorly, she was going to lose it. What better way to calm herself down than to talk to a trusted friend? "Cindy," she sobbed. "Can I come over? I need to talk." Of course the supportive friend told her to come by. There would be no reason for her to turn away a friend in need. And so, the distressed young woman shifted gears on her Mazda Miata and drove as fast as she could.

Reaching her destination, she parked the car and quickly made her way to her friend's flat. Knocking on the door, she waited in the hallway. A clammy ball of emotions, she stood there until her friend answered.

"Heyyy girlfriend what's wro-," Cindy exclaimed before stopping herself mid-sentence. "What the fuck is wrong with your hair?"
"Huh," Denise replied, more confused than ever.
"We're no longer friends," her friend replied before slamming the door.

She was distressed, angry, and torn-up. It was as if the whole world hated her. She felt like public enemy number one. Society was against her. Everywhere she went, she was met with heckling and disapproval. With her friends abandoning her, she felt there was no where else to turn. Before she could even consider her parents, she received a call on her cellphone from her mother.

"Denise," her mother said with disgust. "Cindy told me the news."
"She was being such a bitch, mom," Denise replied. "She told me out of the blue we're not friends."
"Rightfully so. What's your problem," she answered back. "You're the scum of the earth, you know that? I have no daughter."

Denise had reached her boiling point. She was a broken woman. There was nothing more she could do. She was tired of having strangers make her feel less than human. Her loved ones abandoned her. The woman felt all alone. All she wanted to do now was go home and shut herself in from the rest of the world. As she drove her Mazda Miata back to her house, she heard sirens whaling behind her. Blue and red lights shined in her rear-view mirror. "Oh great, now the cops," she thought.

"What seems to be the problem officer?"
"You mean you don't know?"
"Was I speeding?"
"No."
"Look, I just want to go home. I've been having a rough day."
"Oh no you're not. You're going to jail."
"Why?"
"Asians shouldn't have blonde hair."
"WHAT?!"
"Yeah you're going to jail for a really long time, bitch."
"Don't I even get to see a judge?"
"Not like that, you're not."

Denise Lee was then arrested and taken to jail. Several days later, she was presented before a judge, forced to cover up her crime. She was sentenced to 5 years in the California State Penitentiary. She learned her lesson.

HAVE FUN IN SAN QUENTIN, JERK!