Inappropriate Behavior.

I don’t know what it is about me that attracts weirdness. It seems like every time I step outside of my house, I end up having an interaction with someone that leaves me thinking … “WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED?”

Today I went to the gym to meet my friend Lesley for BodyJam. I dropped my kids off at the nursery and was sitting on a bench with a bunch of other women, minding my own business. I was checking Facebook on my phone when a complete stranger walked up and popped me on the leg with a towel. 

Strange Man: No sexting at the Y.

Me:Excuse me?

Strange Man: I SAID, NO SEXTING AT THE Y.” 

And then he walked on down the hallway. The girl sitting next to me had eyes like saucers. I just sat there and stared at him. I hate it when I can’t think of something ridiculous to say when someone says something ridiculous to me. Let alone … pops me with a towel.

OMG, the more I think about it, the more mad I get. Look out, old man in the navy blue sweatsuit. You’re on my shit list now.

One thought on “Inappropriate Behavior.

  1. I know who you are talking about. I don't know him well but he was in my office the other day talking to another staff member and myself. He then started talking about my fish bowl office and how everyone can see what I am doing on the computer. “He said You can't even sext without everyone knowing”…I about died. But then again this was after I heard a senior call another one a “dirty old man” as I bought my morning diet coke. Something was definitely weird with the seniors this week. I promise he is harmless but i can see where you were like WTH???

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