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.
Looking like

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


...due to other factors I'm more sensitive than usual but he pissed me off, rant over.