Again With The Boobs!
I got felt up today. This is why I prefer Borders. Things like this happen to me alot. I would normally write my distressing experience at the local Barnes & Noble's off to my boobs' newly acquired evil super powers, but they were not male bodies being pulled unwittingly into my chest's gravitational pull. Oh no. I had a smelly forty-year-old woman with saggy boobs rub up against me in the Starbuck's line. I'm not sure if she thought it would get me to give up my key position as next to be helped, if she thought maybe she could rub some of my young boobishnous off on her own saggy pair, or if she was just into that sort of thing. All I know is that as she was rubbing against me and I babbled nervous nonsensical nothings into Chris's ear, the young college kid behind her was having a gay ol' time. After numerous attempts to ignore the rubbing and then several silent pleas for help sent over the head of the smelly-rubbing-lady to the tall college kid, he finally took some action other than grinning evilly. He tilted his head to the side slightly and checked out my ass. I glared equally between the woman rubbing on me like a cat in heat and the obnoxious frat boy enjoying the entire scene until I basically yelled my order at the Starbuck's blender lady and fucking fled. It was horrible. Why do these things always happen to me? I'm getting sick of my boobs having turned to the dark side. Darth Titties.
Labels: All things Vagina
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