Coffee, Muffin, Keys, and Harassers

Walked to get my coffee, man on the corner makes sounds at me. Walk back home and he starts his own monologue about how I’m looking good, etc, etc… It just kept going! I shouted behind me for him to¬† “Shut up!” Had my hands not been full of coffee, muffin, and keys, I would have taken a picture. It was ridiculous.

Submitted by Rebekah

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