© 2009 Karen Van Fossan
If you've never been called a b**ch by random, teenage strangers, you don't know what you're missing.
Naturally, I was minding my own business when the whole thing took place.
Location: Corner of 16th Street and Avenue F in Bismarck, ND.
Time: Not long after the local high school let out.
Temperature: Zero degrees Fahrenheit, not including windchill.
My activity: Standing on the curb, waiting to cross the street.
My wardrobe: Suitable for Zero degrees.
Have you pieced it all together?
It took me a while to piece anything together. When the guys yelled out their SUV window, "Nice scarf, B**ch!" I was shocked. Furious. Vengeful. Thirsty for their blood.
What I wasn't -- was clever.
My own teenage years did nothing to prepare me for scarf-related harassment. What's a witty comeback for “Nice scarf”?
Takes one to know one! OR At least I know how to use it! aren't going to cut it.
Then, of course, there's the “B**ch” part. I considered an obscene gesture. But my fingers got it all jumbled up with the hand sign for Peace.
Anyway, as you might imagine, the whole thing raised my temperature quite a bit. I barely needed a scarf anymore.
Even a nice one like this.
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3 comments:
How incredibly rude!! I've always liked your scarves! I just don't get people!
Possible comeback - "So I see you made bail after all!"
Your scarves are gorgeous and they were more than out of line! The comeback "Jealous?!" comes to mind, just because with it being zero out and all,they probably were. I don't understand the randomness and cruelness of peoples actions when they behave like that.
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