JennyA
09-27-2011, 08:43 PM
I was walking home from looking for a job yesterday, around 4pm. Nothing much had happened at all. I had this group of 5 year old kids talk to me, they were funny.
Young Brother: "Hey lady do you have a daughter?"
Me: "Uh, no, I wish, maybe in another life."
Young Brother: "Do you have a girlfriend?"
Me: "Nah"
Young Brother: "A boyfriend?"
Me: "Nope"
Young Brother: "Your hair is really long"
Me: "I know, wait till you see it a year from now."
Young Brother: 'Are you a boy or a girl?"
Me: "Sorta both, someday a gal."
That was that conversation, he wasn't being mean, they all just seemed really curious.
Then later on this 25ish Brother pulls up to me on a bicycle. He has a weird mini-afro, a chin beard, evil yellow eyes, and a huge gold grill in his teeth.
Angry Brother: "Hey, what the **** are you dressed like a woman for?"
Me: "I'm sorry, not tryin ta make you mad, it's just who I am."
Angry Brother: "What makes you want to walk down the street like that?"
Me: "I don't understand why this is upsetting you. I didn't choose this."
Angry Brother: "Who made you think it was ok?"
Me: "Lady GaGa"
Angry Brother: "Get the **** outta here."
Me: "You asked, sorry."
I wasn't really scared of him at all, we were in broad daylight near a bus stop. If I had some sort of way of knowing that I would not see him at a later date down a sidestreet with his friends I would have asked him why he thought it was ok to have a grill in his mouth. It looked ridiculous.
So then I make it back to my own street and am walking home. This car pulls up, rolls down a window.
Horny guy: "Hey hey, can I hollar at ya a moment?"
Me: "Uh, sure."
Horny guy: "Can I give you a blow job?"
Me: "No thank you"
With that he drove off.
In 2003 I used to run my Dad's Pepperidge Farm cookie route, I remember driving the truck and being totally bored with the world and wishing that my days were less predictable and crazier just to make things different. I never wanted a cubicle job where every day melds into one and then all of the sudden 4 years have gone by.
I got my wish in spades. I have no idea what is going to occur when I leave the house.
Young Brother: "Hey lady do you have a daughter?"
Me: "Uh, no, I wish, maybe in another life."
Young Brother: "Do you have a girlfriend?"
Me: "Nah"
Young Brother: "A boyfriend?"
Me: "Nope"
Young Brother: "Your hair is really long"
Me: "I know, wait till you see it a year from now."
Young Brother: 'Are you a boy or a girl?"
Me: "Sorta both, someday a gal."
That was that conversation, he wasn't being mean, they all just seemed really curious.
Then later on this 25ish Brother pulls up to me on a bicycle. He has a weird mini-afro, a chin beard, evil yellow eyes, and a huge gold grill in his teeth.
Angry Brother: "Hey, what the **** are you dressed like a woman for?"
Me: "I'm sorry, not tryin ta make you mad, it's just who I am."
Angry Brother: "What makes you want to walk down the street like that?"
Me: "I don't understand why this is upsetting you. I didn't choose this."
Angry Brother: "Who made you think it was ok?"
Me: "Lady GaGa"
Angry Brother: "Get the **** outta here."
Me: "You asked, sorry."
I wasn't really scared of him at all, we were in broad daylight near a bus stop. If I had some sort of way of knowing that I would not see him at a later date down a sidestreet with his friends I would have asked him why he thought it was ok to have a grill in his mouth. It looked ridiculous.
So then I make it back to my own street and am walking home. This car pulls up, rolls down a window.
Horny guy: "Hey hey, can I hollar at ya a moment?"
Me: "Uh, sure."
Horny guy: "Can I give you a blow job?"
Me: "No thank you"
With that he drove off.
In 2003 I used to run my Dad's Pepperidge Farm cookie route, I remember driving the truck and being totally bored with the world and wishing that my days were less predictable and crazier just to make things different. I never wanted a cubicle job where every day melds into one and then all of the sudden 4 years have gone by.
I got my wish in spades. I have no idea what is going to occur when I leave the house.