People can suck in such a royal way.
I haven’t been leered at (verbally) in a while, so I’d sort of forgotten it happens. But then today… I’ve just successfully exchanged a tshirt, I’ve got a copy of the paper, and I’m walking my lunch special ($4.25 for soup and sandwich) back to work – feelin’ fine. Then on the way, some scuzzmonkey walks past me and right as he’s passing me says something leery under his breath, like “niiiice” or something.
Fuckity weasels.
It’s like they know too, that I would just about punch him in the face if I had realized he was talking to me *before* I was five metres away (I walk fast). At which point I’m filled with rage. Why doesn’t this happen while they’re walking towards me so I can tear them apart and take back the power?