the man at the crossing…

as a woman, i am always acutely aware of any invasion into my personal bubble… these intrusions are not looked at kindly, while i don’t have the general gall like some other women to lash out at intruders, i glare. and at times yell at the guy in a loud voice… recently just before crossing the road to phoenix mills ┬ámy phone rang. since it … Continue reading the man at the crossing…