This conversation takes place while driving past a bus stop:

Him: God. Look at that woman. She's wearing clown make-up. And her clothes! God, what is she, blind?
Me: *turns to look*
*He and I both see the long stick in her hand; the realization of what that stick is hits us; dead silence*
Him: I'm just going to shut up now.

xx.

Dear Mariah Carey,

You SUCK.

Sincerely,

me.

P.S. LEAVE.FOREIGNER.ALONE.

xx.