So I had a terrible day before I walked into work and we all know how well that makes work go. So I'm standing around dancing and gradually the two other people I'm dancing with leave so I get to my usual spot on the sidewalk and I just didn't really have the heart to smile all that much but I waved and I wiggled enough so people would honk at me and wave back. They were still amused even if I wasn't looking so chipper.
And then I get at LEAST five cars where there was some buttmunch yelling something I couldn't hear (but was most likely insulting due to the tone I could make out) out the window.
I got another "get a real job" but I think it was from the same insecure guy who says it every time. Thing is, he's a college student, he probably doesn't even HAVE a job and if he does I hope some SC tells him the exact same thing. Karma's a bitch.
The icing on the cake, however, was the guy who thought he was real funny. He leaned over while his girlfriend was driving and dropped his sweatpants to moon me out the window. I made the most blatantly disinterested/disgusted face and walked inside. Not only was I able to see his hairy butt, but I was also able to see his junk.
...
Not. In. The. Mood.
Should have gotten his tag for indecent exposure or something but I was just too livid after that. I sat down inside for a little bit and watched some Ellen.
And then I get at LEAST five cars where there was some buttmunch yelling something I couldn't hear (but was most likely insulting due to the tone I could make out) out the window.
I got another "get a real job" but I think it was from the same insecure guy who says it every time. Thing is, he's a college student, he probably doesn't even HAVE a job and if he does I hope some SC tells him the exact same thing. Karma's a bitch.
The icing on the cake, however, was the guy who thought he was real funny. He leaned over while his girlfriend was driving and dropped his sweatpants to moon me out the window. I made the most blatantly disinterested/disgusted face and walked inside. Not only was I able to see his hairy butt, but I was also able to see his junk.
...
Not. In. The. Mood.
Should have gotten his tag for indecent exposure or something but I was just too livid after that. I sat down inside for a little bit and watched some Ellen.

What a sleaze! I hope his girlfriend dumps him, and tells him precisely why.
The 5th time they drove past, they slowed way down and one of them pulled out a toy switchblade and leered at us before they drove off. Yes it was a toy, but still. We had plenty of time to memorize the tag. We went home, mom called the cops, and the police told her they couldn't do anything because there were no witnesses.
Um hello, what about us?
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