So I put on my workout gear and got cat called in the parking lot for my trouble. I am so tired of this, y'all. He was young, but old enough to drive, and thus way past old enough to know better.
I was like "NO" and went off on him, Julia Sugarbaker style. I don't even know what all I said, something about keeping his comments about women's bodies to himself and how inappropriate it is to make those kinds of comments to strangers. His friend had the good sense to tell him to shut up, but of course he decided to tell me to fuck off instead. I told him he should take his friend's advice, and Friend said, "Oh, he's not my friend!"
Then a guy came walking out to his car, also from the Y, from the looks of things, so the other two guys left. I'm half afraid I'll find my car keyed when I'm done, but I'm sick of it, y'all. So sick and tired of it.
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