I went shopping for new jeans the other day. I'm short, so the hardest part about finding jeans is getting them in the right length. So I go to the petite section in Macy's and they have the nerve to put jeans on this rack like ten feet above my head. Is that supposed to be funny? I was in the petite section! What the hell are clothes doing all the way up there? After grabbing every pair of jeans in my size I could find, I head for the dressing room. And, of course, none of them fit. All of those petite jeans were too LONG. What the fuck? When the hell does "short" mean "for women who are 5'7"? I'm almost 5'2". I'm not a hobbit, damn it!
Then I got real desperate and went into Old Navy, a store with which I have ethical issues, because they have jeans with short lengths. Oh, but guess what? They don't make jeans with a 30" inseam in sizes 0-2. But they have size 20 pants with 30" inseams! So I either have to be 6 feet tall and weigh 100 pounds or be 5 feet tall and weigh 300 pounds. Isn't normal good enough anymore?
Mini Rant 2: Honking your horn at me when I'm walking down the street is not a pick-up line.
When I'm walking down the street, don't fucking honk at me. What do you think? "Hey, if I honk at that girl, she'll see that I have a (wait for it) car! Then she'll be mine!" I have a car too, douche. I'm not impressed with the fact that you have a car that has a functioning horn. Because horns come standard on all vehicles now.