I love walking home at night. However, I don’t have so much love for the drunken idiots who I run into. One such run in last night went something like this:
Me: Please move.
Drunken fool: You’re cute.
Me: I have a boyfriend.
Drunken fool: I’m 21!
Me: I’m 26.
Drunken fool: No way. I mean really, NO WAY.
Me: Yeah, it’s surprising my face hasn’t fallen off yet, isn’t it?
Drunken fool: A little. How old is your boyfriend?
Me: 34.
Drunken fool: OMG.
I heart youth.
