Homeless people hate me. They spit on me, corner and then "hug" me, yell at me, follow me, throw things at me, etc. I'm OK with this, I suppose, but it can still be super annoying and, at times, a bit frightening.
I had lunch over at Whole Foods today and stayed just a tad too long, so I had to really book it back to the office (one of our more unpleasant secretaries was covering my lunch). I crossed the street at the Free Library and started walking along Logan Square where a homeless [and possibly crazy] lady was spread out on a bench.
She greeted me saying, "Give up that f**king c*nt thing!" I ignored her, but thought to myself that it would be pretty difficult to give up my f**king c*nt thing as I'm rather attached to it (figuratively, literally, all around).
My non-acknowledgment only seemed to egg her on. Now she screamed, "Whose hair is that? Mine?!" Now another homeless person, this one male, was started to find all of this funny. "Yeeahhh, she talkin' to you Miss Short Black Skirt," he told me (my skirt comes to just above me knee and I don't think that's too short, thank you very much).
As I continued walking, thinking about how beautiful the weather is today, homeless lady needed to get in one last shriek. "YOU'RE GOING TO DIE SKINNY WHITE B*TCH!" She wasn't telling me anything I don't already know.
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