i’m so glad that special k cereal was on sale this week because the fruit & yogurt cereal + milk is the absolute best imaginationland snack that i won’t feel guilty about or ill after eating.
but i was waiting in line for a slice of pizza, next to a table where a cop sat. he was around my age, maybe a couple years younger. i took off my headphones when the cashier told me my order was up next.
the cop leered & said, “you should have a seat. i don’t bite.”
i glared & said, “i’d rather not.”
his face turned red, but he kept trying to engage in conversation — commenting on my backpack & wondering what i studied, talking about how he got a criminal justice degree at gsu, etc. i ignored him, put my headphones back on after i paid & ate outside. as he exited the restaurant, he tried to get my attention & wave & leer some more, but i focused on my lunch.
i’m not sure what it is about strange men that think they’re entitled to a woman’s time, attention, & smiles but they can fuck right off.