Today at the mall I was walking up into Hollister as this HB8 comes walking out. I don't know why, but I slipped up.

Me: My oh my (slip up)
HB8: Pig
Me: Ha ha (I laugh when I get nervous)
HB8: What's funny?
Me: That you thought I would check out the high maintenance.
HB8: Excuse me?!
Me: Who are you trying to fool with that bleach blond hair, fake bake tan, pink shirt, and tiny white purse. Where's the fucking Chihuahua at? He's in that damn purse, isn't he?
HB8: It's not cool to judge you know?!
Me: Sorry, I wouldn't know. I'm a pig, remember? (I start turn around)
HB8: Well I'm not high maintenance!
Me: Gotta call bullshit on that one.
HB8: If you knew me better you wouldn't be saying that.
Me: Possibly. Here give me your number and we'll arrange for a time where you can attempt to prove me wrong.
HB8: It's going under Tanya. That's my name, ass.
Me: I'm going to have to go back and fix that then.
HB8: To what?!
Me: You already took up too much of my time. Got to go. (I grabbed my phone and went into the store)

She's coming over tomorrow night