[Vanessa]

Originally Posted by Firewire

I went to the chippy with my dad to get our dinner. I dropped him off at the door and I turned the corner to go park. I managed to get parked relatively close, in front of a block of flats. There were no lines on the road or signs to suggest that I couldn't park there. I walked literally five seconds before I heard, "Fattie... fattie..."
I turned round expecting some drama as I assumed it was shouted at someone else. Upon turning I was astonished that this man was shouting at me (must be my striped t-shirt making me look a little bit hefty). I froze.
"Move the car, now. I'm parking my jeep there. Move it, fattie."
I was shocked at the comments hurled at me. It wasn't the comments that go to me, it was the fact that some stranger felt like he could talk to me like that. I was embarrassed, I got into my car and moved it straight away. I didn't know what else to do. I wanted to say something, I wish I had, but I couldn't. I felt so weak, so small. I honestly have never been spoken to like that before which was why I was so shocked. I walked the long way to the chippy as I couldn't bare facing this **** again. I told my dad what happened and he was fuming but the guy was no longer in sight. Who the **** does he think he is? It wasn't the comments that go to. I'm not insecure, it wouldn't have mattered what he said it was just the fact he had the ability to throw insults to a harmless stranger. I just wanted my chicken bites. All I wanted was my chicken bites. I feel so abused. I hope he dies.

I would have just ignored him and left. People like that don't deserve an answer.