Most recently, an East Village hippie hipster mistook me for a homeless person. As I stood on the corner waiting for the little white man to give me the go ahead, the hipster came up to me, mentioned the cold weather, hard times and offered me his left over entree from a "delicious vegetarian place down the street." Really? Really? Excuse me, but do I look like...
...a vegetarian? Hells no.
Then I went to McDonald's and ate two Big Macs just to make sure I wasn't.
Maybe I should take a shower and stop wearing that sign around my neck that says, "Homeless. Family was killed by Ninjas. Need money to take Ninja lessons." That or I should add, "Also NOT a vegetarian."
Love,
Jenna
