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Walking to Borders books last night, I passed a man coming out of a falafel restaurant. He was white, probably in his 60s, was wearing dingy clothes and looked drunk.
He eyed me up and down, then held out a small can of Mace in a broken blister pack. "Pepper spray, miss," he said, "for your protection."
"No thanks," I smiled. "I have a gun."
I didn't, but it stopped him following me.
Labels: random freaks
posted by Ginger @ 9:25 AM
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I once had some goob follow me around the health and beauty section of that big ole store that starts with a W mumbling "Can I have yo numba?" Of course not, freak! So I spent some extra time comparing the prices of super size maxi pads. That worked.
Maybe I should carry a bag of maxi pads wherever I go.
And display them prominently, i.e., "Do you mind if I excuse myself to change my pad?" That'll drive 'em off right quick.
Usually.
Guys just HATE maxi pads. They don't like tampons either, but oh, maxi pads!
That was actually kinda sweet.. creepy but sweet...
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