While I was looking for shark’s teeth, I was approached by a man who was at least 45 and had a perfectly round beer gut. He was there with a buddy of his and they had about 7 little kids in tow. Anyway, he started hitting on me and I was being nice to him, hoping he’d get the hint that I was completely uninterested.
He asked me if I worked or was in school and said what I always say, “I do a lot of work with people with mental illnesses.” (Which is technically true, but I don’t go into how I, myself, am in recovery.) His reply? “Wow, there are some real crazies out there!”
It took everything inside of me not to go off on him or punch his stupid round beer gut. Fuck people. Just fucking fuck people.
ALSO, this asshole threw sand into the air and it all went onto me. Guess what he did? He walked over, apologized, and then wiped sand off my back. Do not fucking touch a girl in her bikini if you don’t fucking know her. My PTSD is now messing with me hardcore.