This essay is entitled "Being a Short Woman in a City"
Walking to the library I see a group of 15+ guys coming the other way. They're all wearing mirrored sunglasses, shorts, pukka shell type necklaces. I walk close to the wall so I'm not having to push through the group.
The guys are either too busy chatting to see they are taking up the entire footpath or they are idiots.
The two guys at the front are about to draw level with me. The guy closest is gonna hit me unless he moves over, I can't fucking Kitty Pride my ass into the wall.
The guy is making no effort to move so I just stop and stand still. He crashes straight into me to a chorus of "Oohhhh!!" from his NPC looking brethren
"Woah wha-" he looks at me like I just spat in Tom Hardy's face
"Use your eyes mate."
I keep walking and hear all kinds of "did you see that/can you believe her/what's her problem?"









