My reaction is instantaneous. And a little disgusting. To be fair, I’m not sure that spraying the wine in my mouth at her was something I could have prevented. You can’t drop a bomb like that casually and not expect a reaction. It's her fault. “You did what?” I’m shouting at her. Loudly. Because what the hell is wrong with her? “That’s fucking gross, Valley girl. You know the only time someone can spit in my face is if they have a hand around my neck. Rude.”
