As I approached the office this morning, someone whistled at me from the nearby alleyway. I clenched my teeth and walked faster, bracing myself for more lewd noises. I hurried into the building and was stomping up the stairs, determined to get to my computer and gripe about how I hate men who holler and whistle after women on the street. So annoying.
Usually it doesn't bother me so much. But I'm hungover this morning and really not in the mood for perverted men. Then again, when am I in the mood for that. Ends up the pervert was just henrylyne. "You got that ignoring thing down solid Kimmie...couldn't even get you to turn and look at all." He laughed coming up the stairs behind me.