I can't stress enough how I can't stand dirty old men. I ran to the store on my lunch break because I want to go straight home. I'm running around the store getting more than I planned, over stuffed hand basket, not realizing I was going to have to get all this stuff to the car.
Looking like
stressed because now I only have 15 minutes to get back AND divide refrigerated/non-refrigerated AND make try to stuff them in the work fridge.
I'm swinging around a car parked in the handi cap spot see the old man coming around other side...I smile as a natural instinct and say excuse me. This dirty old creole crotchety creep stares at my boobs and goes
"
They sure grow them big where you are from" :clutchespearls:
...due to other factors I'm more sensitive than usual but he pissed me off, rant over.