I had a young man approach me on the street tonight and ask if he could have the leftovers I was carrying.
I was waiting to cross the road. The conversation went something like this:
Him: Hey, can I have that?
Me: What? No.
Him: Your food, your extra food, can I have it?
Me: No dude, this is mine.
Him: You’re not going to give your food to a kid on the street? (ed. note: “kid” = 24)
Me: No. No I’m not.
Luckily the light turned then and I started walking across the road with another woman who had been standing there.
Her: Are you serious? He thought you were going to give him your food?
Me: Right?! What the hell?
If
I ever were eating a banana in public, and some weirdo kept trying to make eye contact and grin ‘knowingly’, I’d bite down on that banana as hard as I possibly could and shake my head as rapidly as a pit bull would tear through a feather pillow and make fucking sure that fucktard knew that if he got anywhere near me with that prepubescence stick he thinks is a ‘cock’ he’d go home crying to his mommy without it.
