I am done.
Stick a fork in me and call me toast because I am done.
I am so done.
Things that bothered me today:
1. Tour buses
2. Tourists
3. Drivers- Rude!
4. Men
Really, if I get one more honk or one more dirty old man approaching me there is no telling what I'll do. I decided to take a break and eat lunch outside today. I chose a square and deemed it safe because there were people sitting or eating lunch all over it. I finished my lunch and won the battle with myself on whether to stay out and enjoy the day a little longer or go back to the library and work. So there I was, comfortably situated in Reynolds Square when some old guy got off his duff and walked across the square to me. As soon as I determined that he was indeed heading over to me, I began packing up my stuff. So long break. He asked me if I go to school here and if I like Savannah blah blah blah. I don't know that I have ever been so rude to someone before, but I did not care. As soon as all my stuff was in my bag I stood up and left.
To the creeps of Savannah (not that they actually read my blog):
Seeing a female is no excuse to ogle, honk, call after them, elicit some lame pick-up line, whistle, or attempt to initiate a conversation. Girls are everywhere. Get over it. Don't be such a disgusting pig.
Sorry. That was some venting that just needed to be done. Continuing the list...
5. Me
I don't even what to talk about how upset I made myself.
I am going to bed and calling it a day. Because when you have trouble keeping your eyes open at 7 in the evening, it has been a day.
2 comments:
well, in this situation, when you do not have time to pack all of your stuff in time to run away before he gets to you, if he asks you if you like savannah, you simply start rambling on about how you were trying to enjoy the nice whether until he cam up and ruined your entire day. then you thank him for being such an inconsiterate person and then walk away. and do it with attitude to really throw him off. otherwise he'll probably have some smart comment back.
OR
you act like your about to answer his question and then profusely apologize for being so rude and begin waving your hand infront your nose. He should get the hint that you farted and probably take a step back and tada! theres your out. you turn around and run away.
either of these should work.
OMG!!! Flashback!!! That was the worst part of my teen years, the ogling, dirty old men that I had to pass in front of EVERYDAY on my way to pick up dinner for that day. I'm so sorry you find yourself in the same position. If I could change it, I certainly would, but alas, I am too far away to ward them off for you. Maybe I'll pray for 2 great big hulking angels to accompany you everytime you go to the squares and they'll only be visible to the creeps who approach or even THINK about approaching you. Then, I bet they'll stop approaching you! Hey! Great idea!!!
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