Thursday, April 23, 2009
What's she mad about?
Tell me what you think she's mad about...
As for me, I should have saved this for when I'm really angry - I'm only mildly pissed at a large man telling me to walk my bike under a bridge because there's a sign that says I should do that, even though there's plenty of space for people to walk. The day I decide to be 'safe' and not ride against traffic I get this jerk who wants me to obey ALL laws/signs. I wish I had the presence of mind to tell him to get on a damn bike himself.
And then there's the creepy old man at the gym who consistently pisses me off. He leers. No, wait, that's too evil for what he does. He stares. No wait, that's too tame. And when I say creepy old man, I mean white hair, kinda bent over, smells like moth balls, literally, wears almost see through shorts, and beige socks pulled up to his mid calf. My trainer gives me shit that if he were young and good looking I wouldn't mind, but I would. I know when someone is purposely training where I am so he can stare. I mean, yesterday we were doing some arm things with the machine, and the guy goes to the other side to the seat to do pull downs and he's staring right at me. I refused to continue on the same side and moved, and my trainer knew why I was moving. One day I'm going to kick him in the balls - the old guy that is.