Aaaahhhh, L'Amour!

Hey, I'm a modern woman.

I understand that in your busy and hectic day, you may not find the 2 seconds required to prop a door open as you walk through it, so that it doesn't hit me in the face as I follow you out of the bank.

I get it. You are under no obligation to be aware of other people in your vicinity, nor to extend the slightest courtesy to them.

But can you explain to me one little thing?  How was it that you were able to fit in a nice, long stare at my ass as I was walking to my car?

You didn't think I saw that, huh?

Jackhole.