The Thug
It was a rare occasion today that after work I had to take the shuttle train from Times Square to Grand Central. As I tried to push my way through the hoards of tourists, who despite the mountains of snow, decided to slowly walk through the streets of Times Square because "New York is so romantic in the winter and I just need a picture in front of all the bright and shiny advertisements." Needless to say my agitation was growing, between the people tiptoeing through grey slush and having to go to the east side (I don't like the east side) I couldn't get to the subway fast enough.
As I was power walking to shuttle this bitch was fast on my heels and kept knocking her arm into me, clearly she wasn't aware that "homey don't play that" so I walked directly in front of her and wouldn't let her pass me. When I boarded the train I was situated in close proximity to three rowdy young men, one of which was eyeing me. Now I normally don't like to judge based on appearances but between his braided pigtails, patchy sideburns and extreme salivation at the sight of me I knew I wasn't interested.
We got to Grand Central and the crowd dispersed. As I was walking to the 6 (another thing that I despise) I felt a presence lingering over my shoulder and my pigtailed Lothario whispered in my ear,
"Yo mama, you really sexy."
Is it too much to ask that I be able to make it to my destination without being harassed?
"You should show some more respect to women," I replied and I walked as far to the edge of the platform as I could.
Then his friend joined in,
"You're not no woman!"
Because I guess that's the best he could come up with.
"Well you ain't no man either." Because homey don't play that.
"No, I'm a thug!" He retorted.
Clearly.
I was trying to get to the 6 as fast as possible while feeling my snow boots losing traction on the downward slope of the tunnel. I remained no more than 10 feet away from the posse, as I walked I felt their eyes on me and heard mumbles but only focused on maintaining my balance because there's nothing worse than telling a man off for coming on to you and then falling flat on your face directly afterwards. As I neared the steps to my train The Thug made one last attempt to woo me,
"You still sexy though!"
Don't I know it. *Eye roll*
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The Thug
It was a rare occasion today that after work I had to take the shuttle train from Times Square to Grand Central. As I tried to push my way through the hoards of tourists, who despite the mountains of snow, decided to slowly walk through the streets of Times Square because "New York is so romantic in the winter and I just need a picture in front of all the bright and shiny advertisements." Needless to say my agitation was growing, between the people tiptoeing through grey slush and having to go to the east side (I don't like the east side) I couldn't get to the subway fast enough.
As I was power walking to shuttle this bitch was fast on my heels and kept knocking her arm into me, clearly she wasn't aware that "homey don't play that" so I walked directly in front of her and wouldn't let her pass me. When I boarded the train I was situated in close proximity to three rowdy young men, one of which was eyeing me. Now I normally don't like to judge based on appearances but between his braided pigtails, patchy sideburns and extreme salivation at the sight of me I knew I wasn't interested.
We got to Grand Central and the crowd dispersed. As I was walking to the 6 (another thing that I despise) I felt a presence lingering over my shoulder and my pigtailed Lothario whispered in my ear,
"Yo mama, you really sexy."
Is it too much to ask that I be able to make it to my destination without being harassed?
"You should show some more respect to women," I replied and I walked as far to the edge of the platform as I could.
Then his friend joined in,
"You're not no woman!"
Because I guess that's the best he could come up with.
"Well you ain't no man either." Because homey don't play that.
"No, I'm a thug!" He retorted.
Clearly.
I was trying to get to the 6 as fast as possible while feeling my snow boots losing traction on the downward slope of the tunnel. I remained no more than 10 feet away from the posse, as I walked I felt their eyes on me and heard mumbles but only focused on maintaining my balance because there's nothing worse than telling a man off for coming on to you and then falling flat on your face directly afterwards. As I neared the steps to my train The Thug made one last attempt to woo me,
"You still sexy though!"
Don't I know it. *Eye roll*
Like this? Check out Vol. 1 & Vol. II!