FFS! I am sixty, so I should be invisible, but no, I still get this shit.
On my way to corner shop, a man about my age shouts across the road at me something about the weather. I shout back a brief agreement. I’m just being polite but already annoyed at being yelled at across the street.
On the way back, he’s standing outside his house, waiting to shout at me again as I walk past him. I ignore him completely and he’s fucking enraged. I’m a fucking rude bitch, he just wants to talk.
I don’t want to talk to you. I don’t have to talk to you. You are a creepy entitled knob head. Stay away from me.