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[froodle]

GROSS! I was coming home tonight, and I'd just come into the little driveway/parking lot thingie in front of my house, and this dude is just driving out, and he stops and smiles at me out the window, so I sort of smile back in that "I'm polite and friendly but also terribly busy and distracted so don't try to engage me in conversation, random person" way that I do, and he's all like, "You don't remember me, do you?" So I'm all, umm... and he tells me he used to deliver my groceries from ASDA* and I'm like, oh, and he's like, "Yeah, I used to really fancy you," and I'm like, slightly more uncomfortable oh, and then, THEN! He says, "Well, aren't you going to invite me in for a coffee?"

Because, what, ten hours in a job I hate isn't enough misery for one day? I want to compound my pain by letting some deviant rape me in my own home? And even if I were to give him the benefit of the doubt and not just assume he's a creepy rapist, what man is stupid enough not to realise that any woman you say that to is instantly going to automatically think that you're a creepy rapist?

The moral of this story is, people need to stop acting like creepy rapists!

*And dudes, I'm not being stuck up because I too work in a low-paying monkey-level job, but who the fuck remembers someone you see for ten minutes once a month?

Comments

[stoicum.livejournal.com]

Sorry, had to comment (having just clicked briefly on your profile and then read your most recent post).

I too get my shopping delivered, but for me its the other way round... I stand gawping at people I swear I have seen before and it's not till they think I am a creepy lady, shook their heads and walked away, I realise they delivered my shopping six months ago.

[froodle]

But do you then, in defiance of all laws of human decency, try to get inside their houses so you can violate them? Because that was kind of my point.

[stoicum.livejournal.com]

I have to say, no I don't. Generally, the top five of my to do list doesn't include violation (unless it's John Barrowman).

[froodle]

Well, John Barrowman-related debauchery is practically sanctioned by God, so that wouldn't count against you.