Today I am waiting in line at coffee bean for my Ultimate Ice Blended Mocha with no whip, while furiously twittering my thumbs on the old SK id (most likely talking shit to BCC). I'm wearing a white halter top, black tube top underneath and cut off jean shorts that are a reasonable length. There's a nerdy older dude standing next to me with a target bag full of "health food", and he is very obviously burning a hole into my body with his 4eyes. I'm obviously pretending not to notice, so I don't look up. Who wants to have a conversation about dia de los muerto skulls at 10am? Not me. I actually never want to have a conversation about them.
"Sorry for staring", says nerdy dude.
At least he apologized.