Yesterday a crazy man clapped loudly for me as I crossed North Capitol and Mass Ave. Then he yelled (complete with arm waving) at me to clean at my desk and go home.
There was this shemale who hung out by my work years ago. Every day as I walked by s/he would yell, "Work it, work it, work it," to the beat of my pace.
I didn't know whether to feel complimented or concerned.
There was this shemale who hung out by my work years ago. Every day as I walked by s/he would yell, "Work it, work it, work it," to the beat of my pace.
ReplyDeleteI didn't know whether to feel complimented or concerned.
Why are people crazy?
Micah: maybe it's because you were "movin' your hips like yeah" when you were walking...yeah, I think that's it :)
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