One of the worst kind of cat calls is the one that is following by panhandling. Today I walked by two men on East 7th Street and one of them slurred something like, "Yooorr kyoot..." and then "we LUFFF you... can you spare some change?" Somehow the "spare some change" part came out pretty articulately.
It left me pretty down because, not only did I not give him anything, I also realized that the cat call was meant to butter me up. I don't think it was really true lufff.
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