A comment isn't what this should get. It should get a noise, specifically the noise that emitted from my throat when I saw these gems in the grocery store. The best I can think to spell it would be fllleeegggghhheeecccchhhhhheeewwwwwww.
So, when does the tow truck come? When the trash is actually spilling out of the windows? There aren't even any parking tickets here. I'm just confused.
Great posture? Check. Tiny waist? Check. Looking both ways before crossing the street? Half check. Saggy, ill-fitting sweatpants declaring his occupation as a dancer? Big check. Women's Louis Vuitton bag that goes with nothing about this outfit? Yes sir. Thanks to Meredith for keeping her eyes peeled for hapless humans.
Here's what happens when you try to sneakily take a photo of an appalling person on the subway with a new phone that turns out to have a flash function that you didn't realize was on, so you freak out quietly and swing the stupid thing downwards immediately and pretend that you were playing a game on the phone the whole time...could have ended very badly.
Ah, another middle-aged woman trying to hold onto her youth by reading Teen Vogue. I rarely see actual teenagers reading Teen Vogue, so it's double embarrassing. That said, I give her props for being completely without shame.