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I dropped the car off at the body shop down the street so its rear bumper could get fixed from the rear-ending on Sunday. We figured this would be a good time to do it since we will be in the City this weekend and therefore do not need a car. It's not terribly far from home (a mile, maybe a little more) so I figured I would drop it off and walk home. Except that it is almost 90°. And it's like peak heat hours. And I forgot that there was a container of cat litter in the car that needed to make it home along with my work stuff. And of course before I even get to the walk home part, the people tell me that the credit card machine is broken so first I had to walk up the street in the other direction to take out a ton of money from the ATM. So. Hot.
Speaking of HOT, as I was walking through the T station area (almost home, people! almost home!), some punk kid on a bike (maybe 16?) says, "You look nice today." It started the following exchange:
Kid: You look nice today.
Me: Thank you.
Kid: You want to go have a little fun?
Me: Sorry, not my kind of fun.
I am still walking, of course... with my work bag, my lunch bag, and 20lbs of cat litter. I am /sweaty/. He is following me.
Kid: I'm not you're kind of what?
Me: You're just not my idea of fun, okay?
Kid: Come on, I could make your day end happy.
Me: Leave. Me. Alone.
SRSLY, people - what is UP with that? I was prepared to throw the cat litter at him.
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In non-creepy news, you KNOW you order too many flowers for your grandmother when you call the usual florist to arrange "get well" flowers for her upcoming foot surgery and the dude on the phone knows her address when you give her name. So cute. He said, "Real nice lady." Yep, that's Grandma.
Speaking of HOT, as I was walking through the T station area (almost home, people! almost home!), some punk kid on a bike (maybe 16?) says, "You look nice today." It started the following exchange:
Kid: You look nice today.
Me: Thank you.
Kid: You want to go have a little fun?
Me: Sorry, not my kind of fun.
I am still walking, of course... with my work bag, my lunch bag, and 20lbs of cat litter. I am /sweaty/. He is following me.
Kid: I'm not you're kind of what?
Me: You're just not my idea of fun, okay?
Kid: Come on, I could make your day end happy.
Me: Leave. Me. Alone.
SRSLY, people - what is UP with that? I was prepared to throw the cat litter at him.
~//~
In non-creepy news, you KNOW you order too many flowers for your grandmother when you call the usual florist to arrange "get well" flowers for her upcoming foot surgery and the dude on the phone knows her address when you give her name. So cute. He said, "Real nice lady." Yep, that's Grandma.
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Date: 2006-07-28 08:47 pm (UTC)Ok ducking and running.. Yes, I like men and it creeps me out. I can only imagine how you feel.
Have nice cool shower, drink some lemonade. Ok throw some vodka in with it.
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Date: 2006-07-28 08:56 pm (UTC)But it was creepy, because he was all loitering around the train station behind a wall. And then he followed me up the street. We have muggings around the train station sometimes, but usually around rush hour with business people. *shrug*
Definitely need a cold shower.
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Date: 2006-08-01 01:27 am (UTC)What you need
Date: 2006-07-30 01:07 am (UTC)This shirt is the bestfor this particular situation, I believe:
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