Both Are Hard But One Is Harder

| CA, USA | Friendly | April 26, 2017

(I’m walking home when I trip and fall, the contents of my purse falling onto the sidewalk, including a couple of tampons. A man stops to help — no worries, I got the valuables up first! — and is gathering items.)

Man: *holding a tampon* “What’s this?”

Me: *a little embarrassed* “Oops! It’s a tampon.”

Man: “Huh?”

Me: “Y’know, for THAT time of the month?”

Man: “Oh… OH! Oh, sorry, I’m tired… Heh… Period, right… Can’t you just hold it? Hold the blood?”

Me: “What? That’d be awesome, but no.”

Man: *suddenly angry* “But you’ve had them for so long! Why can’t you control it by now?! Women are idiots if they can’t do that!”

Me: “Boners.”

Man: “What? What does that have to do with anything?”

Me: “You’ve had ’em since the dawn of time. Why can’t you control them?”

Man: “It… wait… ugh! F*** you, b****!”

Me: *starts to leave, having gathered contents of purse* “Ha! You wish.”

Man: “Can… can I still get your number?”

Me: “What the h*** is wrong with you?”

(I walked a little faster, and luckily, I never ran into him again. Honestly, the nerve and stupidity of some people amazes me.)

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