Bum.

Because I now feel comfortable talking about it.

Let's talk about this one time I got punched by a bum.

It sounds ridiculous and as I say it now I am laughing.
 But all is true.

Last Wednesday, I, Lauren Christine, was punched in the back by a bum for no logical reason at all.

I'd like to think that maybe I was at a level of awesome he didn't like? Or that maybe he didn't like my outfit and shoe combo that day?  I really don't know why.

All jokes aside, it was really scary. I don't think I've ever had anything like that happen to me ever. This man was seriously crazy, starting screaming at us and aggressive. I'm still in shock how odd it was.  I'm really glad that no one was seriously hurt because I know things could have been a lot worse if they wanted to be.
Either way, I did what I know best, cry.
I just kept crying. As dramatically as I possibly could, with thee worst crying face possible.

Cried right after.
Cried to the two men asking if we were okay.
Cried as we walked back.
Cried in a work meeting (yes)

Luckily, I have great friends who also accept my ugly crying face.

The next day I was greeted with pink Mace and "I'm sorry you got hit by a bum" flowers.

Later in the week when my mom asked me how I was doing, I told her that I thought I was doing better, but that I probably have Hepatitis. And that I was going to see if it went away before I decided to go to the doctor's.

She didn't think it was funny.