Today I was walking down the street, on my way to the gym, minding my own business, drinking a delicious watermelon berry protein drink, trying to think my own thoughts
I was suddenly startled out of my introspective trance by a sweaty man/boy loading stuff onto a big, ugly, white, dirty truck.
Obviously trying to impress his other sweaty-man-boy-trucker-buddies and obviously trying to fulfill some stupid obligation of the blue-collar-guy fraternity, he shouts at me:
“Hey, can I have some a that?!”
Ya know, I have pretty much conditioned myself, like most women in big urban America has I’m sure, to just block out these obnoxious, idiotic intrusions. But today? Today I just happen to have a couple of free moments on my hands:
“Yeah! Come get it!”,
I shouted with a fearless sense of self righteous indignation, as I took a stand for my sorority sisters all across big urban America!
His sweaty mouth dropped open and he started shaking in his sweaty boots. He looked like he wanted to run or evaporate or scream to his fraternity buds for help.
“Yep, just like I thought”, I said disappointedly.
Dang! A waste of a couple of good free moments.
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