Getting Ice Cream Should Never Be Difficult

Last night, my friend and I went out for a somewhat usual "Girl's Night To Dress Up". After an amazing dinner at Nessun Dorma, we needed something sweet. So we went to Cold Stone Creamery. The treat was ordered without incident, however it was too cold to devour it in the establishment.

We were walking out the door when an inebriated fellow asked if we could spare 30 cents. I never carry cash, and my friend generally doesn't either. As I was telling the fellow this fact, he dropped his cigarette. I very kindly pointed out that he dropped it, since it didn't seem to register with him at the time. His response? "Fuck you. You know what? You're a lying bitch." So we walk out to the street, trying to make a hasty exit. I notice at that moment that there are two city police squads on the nearest corner. Knowing too many people who have received jaywalking tickets, I called my friend back and we waited. The fellow appeared behind us and said, "I'm sorry I called ya'll bitches." Then the officers turned the corner. The driver of the squad smiles broadly and shouts "You could have crossed!" The fellow said, "You know what, you are bitches."

And then we jaywalked while the fellow muttered something incomprehensible about police officers.