Stupid move, but I waited outside for
Jarett to pick me up this weekend. Within the five minutes I loitered outside - one man whispered to me in Spanish, a little boy in a bicycle swerved to hit me (he then commented to himself, "
woah I almost hit that white lady."), a middle-aged man muttered something to me about the way I climbed the stairs, I saw my
super's ass crack, and some man yelled at me about my coffee.
The coffee thing went like this. "Enjoy your coffee." Nice thought, but I didn't think it needed a reply. "I said, ENJOY YOUR COFFEE SWEETIE!" I said, "thank you!" because I was afraid.
No bicycle all weekend. No elevator. I keep telling myself the
cardio of climbing six flights of stairs is good for Kielbasa and I.
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