It was pissing it down, the bottom of my trousers were soaked and my feet absolutely ached. My day had already gotten off to a crap start as some twat pushed me over on the escalator. I shouted at him but the fecker was wearing an iPod and didn’t hear my expletives. Fuck.
So there I was, walking home after a long day at work. The rain was coming down in proverbial buckets and I couldn’t wait to get into my jammies and have myself a nice cup of tea. But before I made it to my front door, a guy approached me.
Him: “Your name is Lisa, ain’t it?”
Me: “No.”
Him: “Sandra?”
Me: “No.”
Him: “I see you walking past here everyday.”
Yeah, well this is my route to work…
Him: “Do you have a boyfriend?”
At this point I roll my eyes and let my mind wonder to that nice cuppa tea I’m going to have.
Me: “Yes, thanks.”
Him: “How many?”
Cheeky fucker.
I didn’t bother replying to his stupid question and just walked the last 100 yards to my front door. How can anyone think it’s acceptable to approach a random person in the street and ask questions like these, in the pouring rain and pitch black darkness? It’s not like I was in a club putting out THOSE vibes, whatever the fuck those vibes are.