Hubby started having problems with his laptop last night and had a lot of work to do. Hard drive was spinning and causing everything to move slow. He needs a new laptop anyway. I was up really late sort of keeping him company (I couldn't fall asleep with him in the other room typing anyway). Today I am very tired. He still has his work to do. After work, we take the metro to the mac store to get a new laptop for him. He wants anti-glare screen, not glossy. We purchase and leave. didn't check the box. We get home, he opens the box and "*&$#%, this is glossy." I'm already in my D&G catsuit lounging out because it's so comfy. I don't want to put something different on, but I need to cover it up a bit. I have an old Victoria's secret keywhole pantsuit that I threw over it with a little black jacket, so my whole outfit is really stretchy and then the only boots I have that are high heel enough to deal with the length of th VS pants are my bronze stuart weitzman crushables, which are only really visible at a bit of the toe because the VS pants are so long. I throw on a dark green courdouroy hat. I feel a little dark, so I grab a red patent leather bag and throw a colorful bracelet on. We head out. I realize, crossing the street that my pants are still really too long. He says he'll go without me, it's okay. I say okay, and head back to the apartment hoping concierge is still sitting there. Here's where it gets awful. A young, heavyset man says, wow, black really suits you, you look nice. I say thank you, but I don't make eye contact. I feel like it's rude and would probably embarass him with his friend there if I ignore him. I know I am in trouble when he says "wow, she actually responded to me." the other guy says, yeah... uh, she's married. And I just kind of look at them exasperated because I'm really tired and I was just trying to be polite. My concierge isn't there, so I wait in the airlock. I feel like I'm not in a good position, so I kind of hide in the airlock. The heavyset guy actually opens the door to the airlock. I say, dude, thank you, but you've really got to go (because I mean, he's following me!) and he tells me he has a place here and keeps talking (and he's scaring me). And I say I was just trying to be polite and he repeats my statement and then tells me I look like a crackhead anyway. I just said, you're a really weird person as he finally left. I was terrified for the next five minutes waiting for the concierge to come back and started crying to him when he asked me what was wrong (hubby and I know concierge pretty well). I think I am crying because he scared me. Why do people have to be so awful to people who are just trying to be nice?