On my walk commute I cut through a property belonging to the Dorchester Historical Society in Boston. I didn't think anyone lived there. Apparently someone does.
Fucking dude runs after me through the grounds with his toy dog this morning "Sir! SIR!"
You know the kind of sir when they mean 'Hey, fuckhead'?
I ignore him and his dog and keep walking.
"Don't ever do this again!" like he's the boss of me.
And again, yelling, as I have headphones and am not responding
"DON'T EVER DO THIS AGAIN!"
I just turned with a big grin and said "I'm late" and walked on.
I am gutted that I did not say 'April Fool' though.
Fucking dude runs after me through the grounds with his toy dog this morning "Sir! SIR!"
You know the kind of sir when they mean 'Hey, fuckhead'?
I ignore him and his dog and keep walking.
"Don't ever do this again!" like he's the boss of me.
And again, yelling, as I have headphones and am not responding
"DON'T EVER DO THIS AGAIN!"
I just turned with a big grin and said "I'm late" and walked on.
I am gutted that I did not say 'April Fool' though.