Andy was just walking down the street when he heard yelling coming from down an alley he just happened to be walking past. It sounded like a woman and at least two men going at it.
Then, just as he was wondering if he should intervene, two men ran out of the alley, shouting, "Crazy bitch!"
A woman emerged from the alley with a bat and stopped, watching them run off. "Come back again and you'll see how crazy I can get!"
Andy was so stunned, he couldn't move. Part of the reason was because of the scene he'd just witnessed, but it was mostly because of the woman herself.
There she stood, with a bat in her hand. She was a fit woman, showing off sculpted arms and legs in jean cutoff shorts and a black tank top that read Just Try It in big white letters. Then, she noticed him staring. "You with them?" she asked, pointing at him with the bat.
"No," he said quickly, not wanting any part of bat.
"Then, what're you staring at?" she asked.
"A hot chick who I don't want to hit me with a bat," he answered.
She rolled her eyes. "Is that some lame attempt at being cute?"
"I don't know. Is it working?"
She turned back toward the alley. "Honestly, can a girl take a smoke break without some sleazeball trying to hit on her?"
"Guys think you're hot," he said. "Last time I checked, that wasn't a bad thing."
"Says you," she retorted.
"What's wrong with it?" he asked.
She looked down at herself. "You have no idea how hard it is to look like this. Creeps always want to touch on you. It's irritating."
"And you chose to wear shorts and a tank top because...," he said.
"I wanted to," she said. "I don't do this to look sexy for anyone or because I'm a slut or dumb shit like that. I just want to wear it. Is that so wrong?"
He understood. She needed to be tough to fend off all the people who would take advantage of lesser women. He'd never thought of it that way before. "I see. Hot women have it tough, too. Sorry if I troubled you." He started to walk away.
"I don't want to be like this," she said.
He stopped and listened.
She continued. "I don't mid people calling me hot. If people just spoke their mind and moved on, I'd be fine with it. But people can never just say their piece and move on."
He stayed and listened.
"Well, my break's over," she said after about ten minutes. "Thanks for listening."
Maybe that's all she needed. "No, thank you. It was informative."
"Say...if you wanted to hang out later, swing by in a few hours, when I get off work," she said. "Maybe we can...I don't know...get something to eat. Talk some more."
It seemed like she was softening up. "As long as you don't bring the bat, I'm game."
"Ha, ha, okay," she laughed. "No bat."
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