because I live in the ghetto...
The other day I got a call from the apartment office telling me that a package had arrived for me. So I'm walking back from the office with my decidedly large giftie when two relatively large guys who look like they could bench-press three jenns decide to strike up a conversation with me. It goes as follows:
-Hey, it's hot out here.
-Yeah, it is.
-You want to go swimming?
-Excuse me?
-You got a bathing suit in your apartment?
(At this point I start thinking about the girl who was strangled by her bikini in her apartment about a month ago)
-Umm
-Yeah, you should put it on and come down here, okay?
Now keep in mind, this isn't the first random and mildly freaky thing that's happened down here. I've twice been asked to hop in a total stranger's car and have once been asked, again by a complete stranger, if he could get in mine. Regardless, though, I feel a little uncomfortable, so I give him the "go fuck yourself" look and go up to my apartment. I later opened my giftie. It was a knife set. I feel a little better now.
-Hey, it's hot out here.
-Yeah, it is.
-You want to go swimming?
-Excuse me?
-You got a bathing suit in your apartment?
(At this point I start thinking about the girl who was strangled by her bikini in her apartment about a month ago)
-Umm
-Yeah, you should put it on and come down here, okay?
Now keep in mind, this isn't the first random and mildly freaky thing that's happened down here. I've twice been asked to hop in a total stranger's car and have once been asked, again by a complete stranger, if he could get in mine. Regardless, though, I feel a little uncomfortable, so I give him the "go fuck yourself" look and go up to my apartment. I later opened my giftie. It was a knife set. I feel a little better now.