Nitty~Gritty

random thoughts about my life

Just like most cities, we have a street named Broadway. Every Broadway I've been on has always been a high traffic area. Well, we're no different except our Broadway runs along the east side of the park I like to jog in. Spirited toddler and I have this ritual where I jog around the park while he snacks away and sings in the jogging stroller. Of course, I tend to get a little nervous when I jog past Broadway because occasionaly a car will pass and honk. Now, I'm never sure if they're honking to annoy me or to thank me but it always scares me. I tend to get into the workout zone after awhile so when someone honks, I usually jump slightly followed by a dirty glare. I guess this is considered the lowest form of cat call a girl could expect. Spirited toddler luckily does not see me give "the evil eye" to honkers due to being in front of me. Well, this was the third day in a row a car passed and decided to thank me for the show so I got pissed and shot them the bird. Now I know it wasn't the most adult thing to do but for some reason, it just happened. I even gasped at myself in shame but it did the trick. I felt vindictive. I glanced around to make sure no one else saw my rudeness. Later that day, spirited toddler and i went to the library where I saw abnormally large breasted friend. "Are you mad at me?", she said. "No, why?" "Because I was waving at you while you were on your run and you flipped me off." I began to apologize but wondered if all the other cat calls were just friends too. For now, I'd like to live in my fantasy world and think they're all admirers

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