I was walking down the street away from my house this afternoon to get some subway and get a haircut. I had to get a haircut because it was 3 weeks since my last one. As I’m walking down the street a woman in her mid-30s blocks my path and asks me if I knew when the next bus was coming (I was just coming up to a bus stop). I just wanted subway and to get my haircut as it has been 3 weeks since my last one, but she was now blocking my path. I had no idea when the next bus was coming as I do not take the bus, so I replied “no” and quickly tried to maneuver my way around the woman who was currently blocking my path. She stepped to the side and asked me if I instead owned a cell phone. I do happen to own a cell phone for business purposes so I said “yes” and again tried to maneuver around the woman who was currently blocking my path. I knew where she was trying to take this, and I wanted no part in it. I had to get my haircut as it had been 3 weeks since my last haircut and I was very hungry. She then asked to borrow my phone for “a second” (I assume she was being hyperbolic). I then asked her why she needed my phone. She replied “so I can call the bus and see when the next one comes, I think I missed the one I’m supposed to take”. This is where I noticed the ring on her left ring finger. “Does your husband appreciate you talking to single men?” I asked. “Wait, you’re getting the wrong idea here, I just want to know when my bus is coming, I love my husband”. A likely story indeed. If she wasn’t a raging whore and did in fact loved her husband would she be talking to random men she just met on the street? I think not. It was getting late and I wanted to get subway and get my haircut (it had been 3 weeks since my last haircut), so I said “why don’t you get your husband to pick you up, you filthy slut” and quickly walked away. Bitches and whores, the lot of them.
But this isn’t where the story ends, not by a long shot. Right when I thought I was finally on my way to subway and to get my haircut, I felt a tapping on my left shoulder. I quickly turned around to see the same woman I was just talking to. “Exactly what the fuck is your problem is fucking asshole?” were the words she said. “Sluts like you”, I quipped back. “Fuck you, you fucking chauvinist pig, enjoy being angry and alone for the rest of your life”, she so elegantly replied. “I wish the same to you after your husband dumps your sorry ass”. Finally, I was able to rid myself of her filth. I could now continue walking to subway and after, my haircut as it had been 3 weeks since my last one. I just wish I could go outside without getting sexually harassed by random whores everywhere I go.
