Plowing through the herd

[Tiga KParticipant 1693]

A few days ago my brother and I were walking down the sidewalk. A herd of yoga pants clad young land whales in training were gathered under a shelter set up near the bus stop (because God forbid their hair get wet! Or even, worse… they walk to the other side of campus!) The road was busy so our only option was to keep our pace up and resist the gravitational pull of their McBodies. As we were making our way through, one of the herd wondered off backward in our direction. My brother barely saw it in time and veered left to avoid impact. By this point, she noticed us and began emitting a nervous giggle. The herd pulled their heads up in and away from their phones in unison and gazed with interest. With stone cold faces, void of any emotion, we continued walking. Before being out of earshot, my brother said “They need to pay attention to where they’re going”. As we walked away, we enjoyed the sound of her pedestal rocking back and forth as she struggled not to fall off

+1 for the patriarchy.

[MI009Participant 26]

Its a lot like autocrossing….avoid the bitch pylons. I’ve taken it to the next level, however…I’m more of a monster truck guy, so I don’t even move anymore…especially when I have no where to go I just plow right through them and pretend I never even saw them.

Behind every great man is a comfortable high-backed leather chair and a library of books, not a woman.

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