It’s fun to have a partner who
understands your life and lets
you be you.
—Kim Kardashian (via kimkanyekimye)
I got into the elevator of a parking garage the other day and this guy walked in right behind me. He totally disrespected elevator etiquette and leaned against the wall opposite me and just stared.
Now, I was looking pretty fly for a white guy that day and it’s wasn’t a busy time of day so I didn’t expect to be joined by any other people on our elevator ride. I think he knew this, so he stared at me with a really menacing look and growled. He made it very clear that he was trying to get my attention so I looked up, and he gave me this really fucked up look like I wasn’t the only one who was aware of the situation we were in and the fact that we were very alone in a relatively empty parking garage. It immediately made me feel unsafe.
What the fuck am I supposed to do in a situation like this? It’s no secret I’m super paranoid but when walking the streets of Chicago I feel safety in the sheer number of pedestrians.
But in the elevator, it was just the two of us and he looked like he wanted to lunge at me. He didn’t smile or appear friendly in any way. He just looked like an asshole who realized that he had the perfect opportunity to be a dick to a woman because, hey, why the hell not?
Stop it. You know how I feel about this car.