The crime of being alone and female.

A few weeks ago my sister and I were at a gas station filling up our car. When I got out to pump, a car full of guys pulled up next to us. Immediately, some of the guys rolled down their windows and a couple others got out of their car. Standing there at the pump across the driveway, they began whistling and hollering at me.

“HEY SEXY, HOW’S IT GOIN?”
“YOU GOT A BOYFRIEND?
“WHAT YOU UP TO TONIGHT?
WANNA HAVE A GOOD TIME?

Puke.

My sister rolled her eyes at me from the front seat of the car and went back to texting. I continued on with my business, trying to ignore the obnoxious men. Insert money. Unscrew gas cap. Insert pump.

I noticed one of them walking over to me. In a fit of rage even I didn’t see coming,
I totally lost it.

FUCK. OFF. FUCK THE MOTHER FUCK OFF. FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF!!!”

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