The other day, I was walking down the street, clearly stressed out because I was one ingredient short for my mom’s birthday present. You saw me with your friends and felt the need to comment about me:
Is that a man or a woman? I can’t tell.
An obvious lie, since I have breasts bigger than most breastfeeding mothers. But you felt the need to shoot it my way anyway.
I don’t know if it was because I was stressed and hadn’t showered or because I was in slacks and obviously hadn’t fixed myself up. Maybe it was the sweatshirt I was wearing, supporting a football team you hated. I don’t know.
Your friends started laughing. Someone said right or exactly or I agree.
Had you been 15, I wouldn’t have been surprised, but you were well over 20. I’d say either pushing 30 or way past it already.
So thank you mystery man for feeling you had the right to take your crappy life out on me. Thank you for feeling the need to push me down because I didn’t live up to the standards you felt women should meet.
Or maybe you pushed me down so that you could push yourself higher?
Here’s a mushroom print for you old man, because you obviously haven’t left high school and you felt the need to drag me back there, even if for just one day.
So what high standards do assholes live by, anyway?
I’ve often wondered that. When I was a waitress, I remained convinced it was “no standards whatsoever.”
People suck. I’m trying to think of a million witty things I would have said to him, but Ida been floored by the douchiness. So back to it- people suck. Double mushroom print.
Wittiness just fails me. I probably would have gone with a “fuck you, fuckwad.” Or made a dick joke.
What a douchebag
Yeah, he deserves a double mushroom print for that.
What Nic said.
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What an ass clown. I’m sorry you had to deal with that immature shit.
What a hurtful assclown. That shit never stops making you feel bad.
Fucktard. Some people just thrive on putting others down. What a sad and pathetic existence that must be.
Yeah, exactly. I can’t see any way where that wouldn’t have hurt my feelings.
I didn’t get hurt, not much. I rather got angry and mostly at myself for not having a witty response. I wanted to push him down the way he felt he needed to push me down. But I guess no one would’ve won anything out of it…
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