Last night, I went into a local gas station wearing shorts and a 3/4 sleeved top. I was picking up ice and soda for a BBQ for which I was enroute.
While inside, a scraggly young man continuously leered in my direction. Looking as confused as he was interested.
He was dressed in an oversized black tshirt, with some type of haunting graphic, featuring skulls and swirls of smoke and I assume "magic".
He was also adorned with many, I can smartly assume, less than professional tattoos on his neck and arms.
When he finally speaks, it was to say "You don't look like the type of girl that should have tattoos."
In my surprised and annoyed state I quickly responded "You don't look like the type of man whose opinions matter to me."
It's abundantly clear that I'm not great at holding my tongue, or making new friends...