So I’m in Spokane, and my sister comes up from California to visit with her four kids. Sweet girl, sweet kids. I tell her there’s a nice park to hang out in Idaho, just ten minutes away, for one of her afternoons. Good place for the kids. So she goes and some dbag and his girl come biking past her. Granted, Post Falls was roaring in the background but she’s pretty sure they called her a ho. She responded with “don’t say ho to me” and they basically flipped birds and kept going. Some people.