Due to a failure with my go-to public transportation commute home, today I decided to walk to another station to get home more quickly. This requires a 10 minute detour, and althought not as convenient as sitting on a bus seat inside from the cold, I do not mind it too much.

Two minutes into my journey I get The Knife’s song “Hearbeats” in my head. Seeing as the sky was dark and there were not too many passerbys on the street, I began to softly sing the lyrics aloud as I trecked up the street, ultimately becoming oblvivious to my surroundings. My eyes aimed at the clear night sky, I continued undisturbed until out of the corner of my ear I hear a man exclaim to me in one flowing sentance the following:

“Wasup girl shit why don’t you smile for me you stuckup bitch.”

This gentleman, who given the first half of the sentance insinuated that he was making some sort of passing-by cat call, barely gave me a moment to dislodge my lofty brain from “Heartbeats”-land to respond to him with any sort of reaction before calling me out as a “stuckup bitch”.

I am certainly not a stuckup bitch, and upon realizing the rash and callous assumptions he had made, I turned around with a smile on my face and called out to him:

“What gives, dude!”

He didn’t turn around, so without reason, I was left to exist as stuckup bitch in the cold for the rest of the evening.