no, ma’am
I was outside a starbucks this morning enjoying the scenery. I had absolutely no plans of going in and ordering coffee. But there I was in the parking lot. I saw an odd looking rear end (on a car, not a person) in the next row of cars over from me. I took off my sunglasses to get a better look at it.
random woman – “Excuse me, what are you staring at?”
I wasn’t paying attention to what else was in my field of view, and apparently there was a woman standing just outside my line of vision…
random woman – “You can’t just stare at people, you creep,” she remarked, her voice raising a little.
…and it would seem she thought I was staring at her. I boggled for a moment. She was a lot more “40” than the sort of person I would throw glances at, even if I were in the market.
me – “I was staring at the Maserati parked behind you ma’am, not you” I remarked with a light smile.
She glared at me for a moment, and marched off in a huff. Apparently she was offended that I didn’t find her interesting enough to stare at. Or perhaps that I found a silly car more intriguing. Either way, the irony was delicious. Plus it’s always nice to beat someone down from their high horse.
oh, delicious ironing
I don’t think she knew what a maserati was.
in a fit of quick thinking (happens on rare occasions), I said “the Maserati parked behind you” instead of just “the Maserati behind you” to indicate I was talking about a car just in case she didn’t know. She might have thought it was some crazy youngster slang for just about anything I suppose.
Oooh. I thought it was something to do with a fat ass.
Jes’ kiddin.
You were where? v_v
I would have told her off…you react so much better than I do.
(flashes knife)