If a thuggy-gangster type passes me while I'm out walking my dog, and says, "Damn, ain't you just the cutest little girl. Mmmm-mmm cutest lil' girl ever," should I a) be flattered that he called me a little girl, b) be grossed out, or c) call it a draw and assume he's talking about my dog (who may or may not be a girl)?
Sometimes I wish I was the type of person who was capable of getting angry enough to yell at a stranger out of my window.
Every so often, I get a little nervous about how much I look like Weird Al Yankovich.
When your gut tells you, "This bad-vibe-lady who's following me to the bathroom is going to attack me," listen to your gut. Because she is going to attack you in the bathroom.