Tonight I met a 'Richard'

Or "You lost your Pooch? Can I pet your Pussy?"

So, my dog has been missing since approximately 6:30-7-ish Friday morning and tonight I was handing out and posting more fliers. I got three people that said they spotted her right around the park a block away. How I missed her in my searches, I dont know. Anyway, Bean is not the reason for this post, big-dick-on-wheels is. Now look, I'm not at all ego nor do I become all 'put upon' when a guy looks at me but I have to say, sometimes it just fucking IRRITATES me when I have something serious to fucking say and the response I get is the heat stare at my boobs and "Yeah, um hey....you gotta man?".

I noticed some guy staring at me while he peddled past my car as I was shifting gears to pull out of the spot where I was hanging a flier. But I moved on and so did he. Only to turn around and meet me two blocks down as I was hanging another flier.

Dick: 'Yeah, I noticed you back there. You okay?'
Anjee: 'Yes, Sir, I'm just fine, thank you. I'm just going around hanging fliers in an attempt to find my missing dog'

*Hands Dick a flier*

Dick: 'Oooh, you found a dog? You live around here?'
Anjee: 'No, I didnt find a dog, Sir, I LOST my dog. Friday morning. From the back yard...........See?'

*Points to where it states everything I just said on my flier as I lift it towards his eyes that are burning holes through my tatas*

Dick: 'Yeah, you lost your dog...that's a shame." *looking me up and down*
"You married"

Anjee: "Yes, Sir. Happily. For ten years."

(I know I won't go to hell for that lie. JC's down with my plight, yo)

Dick: 'Ten years?!' Daaaaamn, you don't look but 18 or something!'
Anjee: 'Yeah, thanks. You seen my dog?'
Dick: 'That your number there at the bottom?'
Anjee: 'My husband's cell.'
Dick: 'So how come your husband ain't out here with you?'
Anjee: 'He teaches Tae Kwon Do on Sunday nights'
Dick: 'This late?'
Anjee: 'Oh yes, he's fifth degree blackbelt so people hire him for private lessons.'

Here's where he got all smooth. Take note men:

(AND I QUOTE)

Dick: 'Well I'm fifth degree blackbelt too. In treatin da ladies RIGHT!'

SCREEEEEECH!

To which I replied:

"Are you fucking SERIOUS?!? You mean to tell me that I spent about fifteen minutes being NICE to you as you followed me around asking STUPID ASSININE questions and in that time all you could come up with was THAT?!?! You gotta be fucking KIDDING ME! You should move along now and DON'T call that number unless you've found my dog and DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT KICKING HER OR SOME OTHER SCREWED UP SHIT or I'll rip your nuts off and shove em down your throat!!"

or something to that effect.

I seriously wanted to knock that man off his bike and beat him with it. He seriously PISSED ME OFF!! I was seeing red. God, I really have problems with my anger.

Maybe it's just the stress of missing my dog. Yeah, that's it. Stress.

Now is there really such a thing as a fifth degree blackbelt in Tae Kwon Do, or did I just make that up?