…What I DON’T like is being hollered at by two too-young-boys headed through the “out” door of Target as I race through the “in” door, “Hey girl!”
I turn my head to see if I recognize that voice. I don’t. Not having time or interest in this sort of nonsense, I nod and keep up my brisk pace.
“I like ya boots,” he called out behind me.
That sort of attention just doesn’t make me feel girlie. It makes me want to reply, “You do? So does my husband! And my six and three year-old daughters. …What’s the matter? Why are you in such a hurry, young man?”
Twerp.
I really wish you had replied out loud. :)
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