The insults here are really subpar. At least they could throw something mildly entertaining at me if they’re going to make me turn around. I look to my right to find the fountain of wit that spewed that gem at me. Several girls surround Sarah and are looking at me and, yes, still giggling. I guess I congratulated myself a minute or two too soon. I mentally run through my options: A) hurl said shoe at them, B) hurl insults at them, C) ignore them and walk away, D) smile my most demonic and unhinged smile at them. I’ve chosen D, the only real option of the bunch.
