I was walking to the doctor’s office this morning when a strange man, who kept stopping to rub his shoes on the sidewalk and bob his head, approaches me (try as I might to avoid him).
He then says, “I think you’re pretty. Small girl, how ya doin’?”
I snap back with “I think you’re ugly.”
No, it’s not mature, but he left me alone. I’m not on this earth for random men’s viewing pleasure and I don’t have to be polite to men I don’t know.
Submitted by Anonymous on 10/5/2009
Location: Connecticut Ave & R St NW
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