A man called me cupcake today in the park. Now ordinarily I like being called food names-like when my dentist calls me muffin even though I am no longer 11 years old, and when my 6th grade math teacher asked me, "What can I do for you pumpkin?," and on the rare occasion when my dad deems it necessary to refer to me as peanut. These endearments actually make my day. But not so much when they come from creepy old men in downtown Savannah. I was stopped on my bike, fiddling with my iPod and cell phone and chapstick (you know, all the items that it's so safe to have out when you're riding your bike through traffic) when this man on the sidewalk begins walking toward me and says "Hey cupcake." He then proceeds to call me something like cutie or pretty girl. So I stash my stuff and ride away. I never know how to handle these situations.
Not only did this oddity occur today, but I also attended a make-up art history class, avoided certain death three times, got all of my supplies for my projects, found my bike seat that faithfully protects my hiney on a bike with no suspension from cobbled streets and cracking sidewalks, bought new journals and fabulous new pens, and picked up a fantastic new desk accessory for $2 at Goodwill (below). All before noon.
What can I say? I'm a busy girl.
Arielle
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