Spring Fever & Me
No, I Don’t Want Your “Meat”
Dear Men Between 30–70,
Please stop. Seriously, just knock it off.
My son moved this week. I took him to the grocery store twice. And you were there. Same type of guy. You waited until my 6'4" son walked away from me to look at something. Then you sidled up. Bread, milk, meat, didn’t matter what section.