Some creeper on the train tried to follow me home today.
Everytime I go into the city, it never fails some strange man is always following me!
Excuse me, but do I have a stamp that says, “FEEL FREE TO FOLLOW ME AND STALK ME EVERYWHERE I GO!” on my forehead?
Don’t think so…
Anyway, I used my street smarts and went and sat on someone else’s porch and “called my mom” because I “forgot my key” to let myself in the house. When the creeper gave up and walked back toward the train, I walked in the opposite direction toward mi casa.
Fuck public transportation, I’m driving from now on!!