I occasionally love to share the awesome pieces of writing I find while scouring the internet when I should be doing homework or packing for a flight…
On Monday afternoon my work phone rang, as it is wont to do. I answered it.
“Good afternoon, College of Engineering.”
A man’s voice answered.
“I just have to ask you a question.”
My stomach sank a little at the tone in his voice. I have had these interactions so many times before that I feel like I respond to cues that I could not possibly articulate to you. I knew, in my gut, that he was about to be disgusting.
“Sure!” I said, trying to maintain my chipper phone demeanor. “How can I help you?”
“I just need to know what color your panties are so I can jerk off.”
My face and neck were suddenly hot and crawling with shame. I snarled “go fuck yourself” into the phone line and hung up.
Friends, I am so tired.
When I walked home from work on Monday I felt so strange…
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