“You got a booty, girl!”

I’m 15 years old, and I had just been in the hospital for a brain damage level fever (we got it taken care of, and no damage was done.) As I was walking through the emergency room parking lot at about 9 pm, a car with four grown mean drove by. For some reason they found it necessary to yell “you got a booty, girl!” I turned to say something, but they were driving away. All I could do was watch while the driver winked at me and waved. I was walking next to my mom and a woman and her son (strangers that just happened to be leaving at the same time.) The woman looked at me and said, “I’m so sorry. That was not necessary.” The best part: I was wearing fleece Frosty the Snowman pajama pants.