translation: Middle America doesn't give a shit about sea turtles, they just want cheap shrimp

I walk to work. It's probably half a mile, through "uptown," meaning "the only street with cute stores on it in town." Most days I am Plainly-Dressed Girl Who Likes Animals and Children. Today I was BadAss In Girl-Skull T-Shirt.

This town is weird, beause there are some days where people will kill themselves to let you cross in front of them. You could stand on the corner avoiding eye contact for 5 seconds (a long time in driving terms, no?) and the second you look up, they wave you across. Today was one of those days for me, perhaps because of this BadAss GirlSkull T-Shirt. Everyone is afraid I'll rip their car in half if they don't let me cross.

Further along the way, I passed two men who had some sort of job to be doing who were talking at their van. One said to the other, "If she's not careful, she's gonna get run owver." I pretended they were talking about me, crossing the street in my BadAss T-Shirt.

Somebody wants to run BadAss Girl down.