Well Handled.

I thought I'd try something different today by writing earlier in the day, after all I did have a very obscure and eventful morning.
Waking up and getting ready for school was nothing out of the ordinary, just my routine of getting up around 6:30 and getting out of the house by 8:15 to beat all of that early morning freeway traffic.
Side note: Traffic is the worst when you're rushing to get to your first class.

So my trusty car, Amadeus, rolled his wheels onto the entrance of the 210 West near the Lake Avenue ramp when suddenly the Nissan Pathfinder in front of me slams the butt of a poor Honda Element SC.
The Element had no idea what to do. So he slowly made his way over to the shoulder and as I was passing by I could feel the agony and anger from both drivers and both cars.
What a morning for them.



I continued to drive without a thing phasing me, traveling at a very normal speed of 70 mph, a Toyota Prius has the balls to tailgate me for a good 12 miles. I refused to budge since I was not in the fast lane nor was I interrupting traffic, the jerk needed to move on his own if he had a problem with my driving.
Then after the some 12 miles, he switches over to the lane left to me and he continues to go at my speed while staring at me and smiling. Mind the fact that he looked about my dad's age.
What a creeper.

After all of that madness, I had finally arrived to Northridge where my humble campus stands. I found great parking and I was even 20 minutes early to my class. I was pretty proud of myself. It's great having plenty of time to look over assignments and walk at steady pace to my farthest class on campus.
But in my steady trek to class, my peace was disturbed.
With my head buried in my phone, I hear a guy "hollering" in the distance approaching me.
He continues on and I begin to make out what he is saying, "Damn, girl, you have thighs like black girl. You must be like a 36-24-36 (referring to my body measurements). Let me get at that."
I looked at him in disbelief, and softly said back, "Honey, if you want to get at this, get at my boyfriend first. You actually think you got game?"
The foolish boy laughed and his friends started clowning on him.
What respect and what guts.

What a GREAT day.
Mind my sarcasm.


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