Apr
30th
Fri
30th
Beeyotch
A while back I was crossing the street with my dog. I looked both ways, and passed before an idling minivan. As I stepped onto the curb, the driver yelled out the window, “Next time I’ll run you over. JACKASS.” He sped away. I could not stop smiling the whole rest of the way home, all of 20 paces and 3 sets of stairs. Jackassssss. But if he’d called me a bitch? A whore? I would have found the man to be menacing and offensive. Semantics.
