Honestly. It's tax season. I stand outside on the corner and wave. Most of the things that are happening this year are a lot like what happened last year but some of these are just odd.
No, I will not move.
Guy decides that he's going to play a little trick on Lady Liberty. He's going to swerve as if he's going to hit me and then swerve back "in the nick of time" in order to make me freak out and run backward or at least flinch.
Said guy freaks out a little bit when I DON'T MOVE. I'm on the sidewalk where there is a huge curb and a very sturdy pole right next to me closer to the street than I am. If he were to continue on his path from his swerve, he would not have hit me. He would have hit said pole. I would have watched and laughed. As soon as he realizes I won't move (because even if he did hit me I'd sue his ass into oblivion) he freaks out and over compensates on his turn back into his lane, forcing him to almost hit the poor people sitting in the left hand turn lane on the other side of the intersection. A few honks and obscenities later and Guy has learned a valuable lesson.
Don't even try to freak me out, I've been doing this for too long.
I still don't get it...
I've only been working for four days and I've been flipped off five times. All by men. I don't really understand how this makes them macho or cool or whatever, it really doesn't make sense to me. I'm still confused.
I Still Can't Hear You
People are still yelling things out the window at me. I still can't hear them because I have my Zune on and earmuffs over that. Whatever you're screaming, whether it be good or bad, you're still getting the same smile and wave. I really hope that frustrates the people who yell horrible things at me.
The things I HAVE heard: "Shake your tail feather." "SHAKE IT, GIRL! I LOVE YOU." And the ever popular: "Get a real job."
No thank you, I get paid to dance and listen to music for three hours, plus my bosses give me money for coffee and I get free hot cocoa and donuts. What do YOU get paid for?
Erm?
Our old man who sings at us was out today. He sang us, "Sitting on the corner watching the girls go wild." He simply repeated that line over and over as three of us were dancing on the sidewalk. I kinda like him, he's silly.
No, I will not move.
Guy decides that he's going to play a little trick on Lady Liberty. He's going to swerve as if he's going to hit me and then swerve back "in the nick of time" in order to make me freak out and run backward or at least flinch.
Said guy freaks out a little bit when I DON'T MOVE. I'm on the sidewalk where there is a huge curb and a very sturdy pole right next to me closer to the street than I am. If he were to continue on his path from his swerve, he would not have hit me. He would have hit said pole. I would have watched and laughed. As soon as he realizes I won't move (because even if he did hit me I'd sue his ass into oblivion) he freaks out and over compensates on his turn back into his lane, forcing him to almost hit the poor people sitting in the left hand turn lane on the other side of the intersection. A few honks and obscenities later and Guy has learned a valuable lesson.
Don't even try to freak me out, I've been doing this for too long.
I still don't get it...
I've only been working for four days and I've been flipped off five times. All by men. I don't really understand how this makes them macho or cool or whatever, it really doesn't make sense to me. I'm still confused.

I Still Can't Hear You
People are still yelling things out the window at me. I still can't hear them because I have my Zune on and earmuffs over that. Whatever you're screaming, whether it be good or bad, you're still getting the same smile and wave. I really hope that frustrates the people who yell horrible things at me.

The things I HAVE heard: "Shake your tail feather." "SHAKE IT, GIRL! I LOVE YOU." And the ever popular: "Get a real job."
No thank you, I get paid to dance and listen to music for three hours, plus my bosses give me money for coffee and I get free hot cocoa and donuts. What do YOU get paid for?

Erm?
Our old man who sings at us was out today. He sang us, "Sitting on the corner watching the girls go wild." He simply repeated that line over and over as three of us were dancing on the sidewalk. I kinda like him, he's silly.
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