“Please! You’re like, TWELVE.”
Trying to put this together in my head: walking the dog down Wisconsin Ave. Pass by 3 boys that look about 11 or 12. After I pass I hear “hey nice ass” and some muttering about my dog. I turn around and say “Really? THAT’S what you say to a woman walking by you? Please! You’re like, TWELVE.” No one will look at me. They’re all looking at the ground and they slowly separate. I have this desire to emotionally scar them for life but choose not to.
Submitted by Anonymous on 6/22/2010
Location: Wisconsin Ave
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