17;s okay, she’s my sister. By now the entire store was looking at us. “What is your problem?” I thought in my mind. Women and men alike looked at us as if we were a trio of cheap corner hookers. I was starting to get uneasy. Pairs of eyes seemed to be glaring from every possible angle and location. I kind of liked the attention, up until we were in the check out line. “Hey baby, how’s it going today?” The boy at the counter asked. I wasn’t going to speak a word to that pervert; he only made my sunburned face even redder with rage. “Nice day for the beach, huh ladies? I really hope you have a great day.” He was being too weird. He handled my money like it was gold. Sure, it was in my bathing suit top, but that’s no reason for him to loose control of his bladder. The manager came over as I was eagerly waiting for the boy to hurry and finish the transaction. “Ladies, are you aware that it is very inappropriate for girls your age to be dressed like this?” He was bitter, or perhaps just jealous because he was ugly, just like the boy at the counter. “I’m afraid that we’ll just have to give you your money back. You are what give such nice places a horrid name. It’s always women. They always ruin the natural order of things.” I wanted to hit this guy in the face. “What did you say sir?” Of course I had to address the old windbag politely, “We really are in a hurry.” I wanted to avoid this confrontation. “Sir, maybe you should just leave them alone.” The ugly boy was actually standing up for me. “Rules are to be enforced young lady, proper attire must always be worn in here!” Now the idiot was starting to shout. Amy and Bethany were acting totally invincible. It figures, dumb girls. I guess that’s what old windbag was thinking as well. “Sir, we came in qui...
