This was a few years back. It’s not the usual IDWHL story. Also, on mobile in case formatting is bad.
I was early 20s at the time, I’m female, and lived in a sketchy part of town on a busy street. I’m doing some gardening in my tiny front lawn. My neighbour, who was always dressed in heels, lots of makeup, tight clothes, and fancy hairdo, comes over to talk to me. I’m dressed like I’m doing yard work, and I’m leaning on my rake while talking to her.
A car pulls up slowly and stops in front of the house. Now, there’s a traffic light that I can’t see because of the position of the house next door, and it’s common for cars to have to stop there. So I think nothing of this.
The driver then rolls down his window, smiles, and asks “are you ladies working?” My take is that this guy is friendly, joking around because I am leaning on my rake and my neighbour is clearly not dressed for gardening. Basically I think it’s like that “working hard or hardly working” line from Shrek. In fun I reply “oh ya, working hard haha.” But as I am saying this, my neighbour starts SCREAMING at this guy, saying “you’re disgusting, get out of here you pig.”
The guy quickly drives away. Which I barely notice as I stare at my neighbour with my jaw hanging.
This girl can be a bit extreme so it’s not that unusual for her to go off on someone, but it is weird for her to do this to a stranger, and to escalate so quickly. As this is running through my brain, she turns to me and says “can you believe he thought we’re prostitutes?”
Call me naive. Would have liked to have a do-over so I could change my answer to No, we most certainly are NOT working!
On looking back I wonder how he thought someone leaning on a rake, probably with dirt on me, and dressed in my gardening clothes was “working “. But then again, I never got asked that when I was alone…