Dear Creepy Old Men,
Stop looking at younger women; more specifically, stop looking at ME. Get a life. Stop sitting in the comfy chair at Panera Bread, hoping a hot young item will come sit in its counterpart. Because that hot young item is not your counterpart, has no interest in being your counterpart and really wishes you'd just leave her the hell alone so she could enjoy her coffee and few moments to herself.
You are weird, you are creepy and you have no shame.
Stop looking at me.
P.S. your leather trench coat is too big for you.
1 comment:
I feel strangely honored that you would write this (most likely, unknowingly) on my birthday. Because, oh my word, is it ever something I would say/write...
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