I figure this thread should be for little stories you want to tell but don’t really think it deserves an entire thread devoted to it. This isn’t livejournal, after all.
1.to tell; give an account of (an event, circumstance, etc.).
This first one contains some dirty language.
Now, as some of you may know, my physical characteristics are those of males of this species, though I’ve been looking to change this. Ok? Ok.
Now, I had just left Starbucks (while I can’t specifically ban taking shots at my choice of caffeine dealers, it’s really not something I want to deal with, so please, don’t), tucking my freezing venti mocha frap into the breast pocket of my jacket, as my jacket is awesome and fits one perfectly. As I’m walking this fairly young (maybe 13, 14) kid rides past on his bike. As I lean over and take a sip he turns and gives me a really disgusted face and makes this noise sort of like a grunt before riding forward. Now, in retrospect, it probably was not deserving of a middle finger. I mean, he probably just thinks my choice of drink is disgusting, but at the time the logic part of my brain seemed to be working somewhere else, so it happened, and he was riding away, so “eh” I thought. “He won’t notice anyway.” Now I give him the finger and suddenly he stops, as it seems he was still watching me, but as he was riding into the sunset I couldn’t tell. His friend, who I also didn’t notice suddenly rides past me, and as he catches up to his friend they both head off, the one I flipped off yelling these three words back at me, “Slut”, “bitch” and “cunt”. Now, I don’t know if he knew the context behind those words, or if he even cared. It just struck me as a bit odd, the same sort of odd feeling I get when B&N employees (specifically in the CD section) call me “Ma’am” when I have a bit of facial hair that I’d been neglecting in my depression.
I actually wouldn’t be surprised if this thread was just up and deleted, but, I dunno. I just wanted to relate that.[/b]