| Awwww, shit. Wednesday nights are always dinner-and-some-action nights for me and I'm always so fixated on the action that I fail to plan for the next morning which comes way too soon. So, I wind up having to wear some version of things I wore to work the day before cobbled together out of things I find in the trunk of my car and things I find in my dinner companion's closet. Plus I never have enough time to groom, so I always look a bit haggard on the long 4 block walk from the parking area to the library. But I'm generally in a good mood and that was definitely the case this morning. I was practically humming and skipping, friend to all humanity. Then this guy walks up out of nowhere and says: "You need to get yousef to a beach an' lay out an' git yo' colouh right!" (insert wet coughing/laughing sound as this hump cracks himself up.) I was caught off guard and politely chuckled along until it started to sink in that this fucker was picking on me. All I could muster is a mumbled "Lay Off" under my breath as I skulked away. WTF, I didn't ask this fuck his opinion of my skintone. I admit, I'm light complected and I was wearing all black but that does not excuse this guy from coming up to a complete stranger and making impolite comments about the way I look. I'm so pissed off I don't even feel like ranting about how soul suckingly wrong the Computer Center is right now. (Insert a Tweek-like scream of frustration here.) |
