Hey baby you're so fine you make me stutter, wha-wha-what's your name?Well, Allie accompanied me to walking class today. We were walking in the Harbor and just enjoying being able to talk about life. While we were talking about life this shiny red beemer drove by with the windows down. And we were catcalled. Yup. Thank you, testosterone-fueled teen aged males. Allie and I were like, "PSH." Then we were wondering how you are supposed to respond to that. I am SO BAD with comebacks... Oh man. One time some junior highers came to the door on Halloween. They came back with some of their female friends The guys hid hiding behind them and the girls said, "They just wanted you to know that they think you're hott."
And I was dumbfounded. What are you supposed to say to that?! "Well thanks.. I really LOVE being judged by what's on the surface and being treated like an object! YES. THAT MADE MY DAY. PLEASE, DO IT AGAIN." >_<
Anyway, Allie and I could only think up, "LOSERRETARD. YOU'RE JUST A TARD. AND A LOSER." But this was all like five minutes AFTER the fact. So we decided we need to have a set of comebacks to be prepared for whatever may happen.
Seriously, I don't freeze up in social situations.. So seeing me dumbfounded is quite the thing to see. It's like I don't want to be rude but I also don't want to foster conversation. *sigh* But I still think there needs to be a plan of action. So I'm going to call together a few friends in the next week or so and then we will plan for hours to prepare ourselves. Then we may find some poor sap and say, "HIT ON US. WE DARE YOU." Then we'll have him weeping...
Oh yes.. I mean seriously! Maybe this is an opportunity for us to be gracious, but it's so lame! They get to make all the witty statements and we're like, "Uhhh.." It's horrid. But they only do this in groups, we are MUCH too intimidating to hit on one-on-one.