4:18pm: I am picking up coffee for the office when I pass by two construction workers. The one on the left waits until I have passed by before he says to himself, "God bless you, gorgeous." I turn around and ask, "What are you hoping to accomplish with that?"
"I just said God bless you," he answers.
"But women on the street don't want to hear anything from strangers," I explain, "I'm just on a run for work; I'm just trying to do my job like you." I hold up my bag of coffee beans as evidence.
"Okay. Sorry. Have a good day. Bye," he says, dismissively. I snap a picture.
"Why? I wasn't harassing you or nothing," he calls after me.
