Monday September 24, 2018
Overheard on the 4 bus
I stand up and I feel his eyes on me. I walk towards the bathroom and then turn around. I’m not going to take this shit.
“Do you have something that you need to say to me?”
“Uh,” he looks at his buddies like I’m the creep.
“You’ve been staring at me for over an hour. I’m trying to enjoy my book and my beverage, and all I feel is your eyes baring a whole in every vulnerable part of my body. Have some respect. Stop fucking looking at me.”
“Is it that time of the month?” Buddy A winks.
“My menstrual cycle is far too important to enter this conversation.”