“It is time!” Bum screams, laughter echoing ominously in the street.
“Nah, I think I’m good,” she replies.
“It is time!” Bum repeats.
“Nah… I’m honestly okay, you go have fun.”
“Bu-but, the sun is out… so it is time!” Bum says.
“Time for what exactly?”
“Short shorts,” Bum sneers, giggling.
“Nope, hell no.”
“Look, that person over there is doing it, and them, at least wear a skirt?” Bum asks.
“That would require me to shave though,” she sighs in pain, the razor collecting dust happily on its shelf. Shaking her head, she decides she will consider it next year.