Seriously, doesn't the titles say it all?
I'll lay the scene. I'm grumpy, I'm tired, I'm wearing a too big sun dress and flip flops any my hair is all over my head, and no make up. I grab my diapers and thrust them on the counter with my last $21.00.
Behind me I here "MmmmMMMMmmmmmmm!!!!!!!"
I look around to see an old Mexican man with ony 2 teeth lick is lips and make a kissy sound at me.
Ugh.
I say " DOn't look at me!"
I continue with my transaction, gathering my .64, when I suddenly feel a lumpy wall behind my back.
Its the guy, pressing himself against me.
"Can I touch you then?"
FUCK. FUCK FUCK.
"NO!!!" I squeak, hurrying off with my diapers towards home.
He followed me. A friendly big rig driver noticed what was going on, jumped out of his truck and effectivly "got in his way" while I escaped.
Jesus. Why hits on someone buying diapers? Isn't that a pretty sure sign of "Someone else already tapped that"? Or. "SHe's got kids. I just want to fuck her, I don't want no kids"?
No
God, I need a shower now.
And Maybe to move, I know he saw me go into my building.
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