$14.99 and stupid white dudes
I think I over-indulged in too many mini-danishes at work. Now, I feel funny. It's been so busy this week, with students returning for their winter term that I "rewarded" myself with 3 mini-danishes and a Tim Horton's breakfast sandwich yesterday.
I try to avoid retail therapy but it did put a bounce in my step after finding the coveted Gap skirt for $9.99. I ended up spending $28 on two bras, a striped turtleneck and a denim pencil skirt that makes me look like I have a hott ass. I'm happy I found the skirt I've been eyeing for months now. We were meant to be together. It was the last one and it was in my size.
I wore my new turtleneck and skirt out Saturday night when Trent, Stephaney, Warren and I went to the Cove for cheap beer and free ping pong. It was cold enough that I wore leg warmers along with opaque tights. We walked to Wortley Village to get some exercise and also, to drop off two large bags of clothes and shoes to Goodwill on the way.
As Warren and I passed by the Delta Armouries Hotel, a stupid white dude, along with his friend, came up right up to my face and said, "Hey Wing Ting!" which I can only imagine was his lame-ass attempt at being funny and racist. If I wasn't carrying a big bag for Goodwill, I would have said something, however futile. Actually, I wish I had something in my bag that was baton-like so I could have beat him over the head. I always want to say something but my mind goes blank from the utter surprise of being called (racist) name on a busy downtown street. Plus, it seems impossible to school a motherfucker in the tiny amount of time allotted.
What would you say? I should have said, "Hey Honkey!" but maybe he would have beat up Warren. I don't want that to happen.
And, while walking in Wortley Village to Stephaney's house, a dude in a fucking pick-up honked at me. Why do guys do that? What would possess someone to stick their head out of their car window to honk and/or holler at a woman crossing the street and think that's appropriate, polite or charming?
Ugh, I wish I walked around carrying a dozen eggs.
Over beers, Stephaney told us about walking late one night to meet a friend and how a drunk guy grabbed her arm and tried to pin her to the wall. She hit him with her umbrella and left.
WTF?!
Warren told us of a time when he was walking down Richmond Street (a very busy downtown street in London) and two dudes yelled at him, "Hey Faggot! I'm going to rape your ass!"
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Yesterday, Warren and I walked to the Great Canadian Superstore to pick up organic eggs and milk for ice cream. While we were there, I remembered they had a home section and thought to find the wall clock we received from Caroline and Andrew for Christmas just to see how much it costs. I know I shouldn't have done that but I couldn't help myself, even if I knew it would make me mad. The clock cost $14.99. The generosity is overwhelming. Whoa, Caroline, don't put yourself out!
I try to avoid retail therapy but it did put a bounce in my step after finding the coveted Gap skirt for $9.99. I ended up spending $28 on two bras, a striped turtleneck and a denim pencil skirt that makes me look like I have a hott ass. I'm happy I found the skirt I've been eyeing for months now. We were meant to be together. It was the last one and it was in my size.
I wore my new turtleneck and skirt out Saturday night when Trent, Stephaney, Warren and I went to the Cove for cheap beer and free ping pong. It was cold enough that I wore leg warmers along with opaque tights. We walked to Wortley Village to get some exercise and also, to drop off two large bags of clothes and shoes to Goodwill on the way.
As Warren and I passed by the Delta Armouries Hotel, a stupid white dude, along with his friend, came up right up to my face and said, "Hey Wing Ting!" which I can only imagine was his lame-ass attempt at being funny and racist. If I wasn't carrying a big bag for Goodwill, I would have said something, however futile. Actually, I wish I had something in my bag that was baton-like so I could have beat him over the head. I always want to say something but my mind goes blank from the utter surprise of being called (racist) name on a busy downtown street. Plus, it seems impossible to school a motherfucker in the tiny amount of time allotted.
What would you say? I should have said, "Hey Honkey!" but maybe he would have beat up Warren. I don't want that to happen.
And, while walking in Wortley Village to Stephaney's house, a dude in a fucking pick-up honked at me. Why do guys do that? What would possess someone to stick their head out of their car window to honk and/or holler at a woman crossing the street and think that's appropriate, polite or charming?
Ugh, I wish I walked around carrying a dozen eggs.
Over beers, Stephaney told us about walking late one night to meet a friend and how a drunk guy grabbed her arm and tried to pin her to the wall. She hit him with her umbrella and left.
WTF?!
Warren told us of a time when he was walking down Richmond Street (a very busy downtown street in London) and two dudes yelled at him, "Hey Faggot! I'm going to rape your ass!"
******
Yesterday, Warren and I walked to the Great Canadian Superstore to pick up organic eggs and milk for ice cream. While we were there, I remembered they had a home section and thought to find the wall clock we received from Caroline and Andrew for Christmas just to see how much it costs. I know I shouldn't have done that but I couldn't help myself, even if I knew it would make me mad. The clock cost $14.99. The generosity is overwhelming. Whoa, Caroline, don't put yourself out!