I was all set to do a post on food. Really, I was. There will be one coming shortly -- promise, with pictures and a recipe.
But first I must document the events of this night. I can't skip over it, b/c I need to properly stow this item before I can move on to the next. Like the pair of slacks at the very bottom of that suitcase.
>So first off, it was 91 degrees today. That's fine. It's hot, but luckily I have an air conditioner And when I got home from work, I was dying to run with my NEW SPOTIFY PLAYLIST (its so fabulous, but it costs nine bucks a month, i will review if it's worthwhile at some later point) But anyway, I was ready to roll.
The outfit - the black running skirt, yes I run in a skirt sometimes and a sherbetish peachy colored tank top. Now, I'm off and cruising. I'm feeling good. I'm on song number three, mile number two. And a car comes by and slows and a kid is yelling out the window to me. My first instinct (reflex) is that it's one of my son's buddies. Or maybe even my son (he's often in a car at this age) trying to get my attention. Clearly this person is yelling directly at me. The car has slowed a little. Time has slowed a little. And his head is out the window and I look at him startled and realize -- I do NOT know him. He's mocking me!
I don't know exactly what he yelled b/c my playlist was blasting -- but by the look on the face I knew it was disparaging. Now....REALLY, what the hell is that! Who yells at someone out on a run? My brain starts to quickly replay the moment, the shape his mouth made with the words, did he yell, FATASS? What should I do? Those kids looked my son's age. Did I know him? No, I didn't know them. The car? Did I know that car? No, I don't know the car. Dang...I'm kind of pissed. Mostly because in the startle moment I hit my phone weird and exited the whole Spotify APP! I need to restart it, in my moment of wondering -- have the days of the cat-call completely disappeared for me? The answer of course, is yes.
As I think most people would do what I did, which was NOT REALLY let it get to me. There have been a few yells over the years --it something that happens. Especially if you're out there a lot. And it certainly says more about the yeller than the yellee. But ummm....did he get up at 6am this morning...do two loads of laundry before work. Then work a full day and visit the bank and the grocery store? What about folding laundry? Did that kid fold any laundry today? Or empty the dishwasher? I think NO. But that's enough thought going into that bored kids shout out. Now I will let it go. That rant is over. It will wash over me like rain. I love the rain.
There it is, gone. Next up food. I promise. Barring someone throwing a tomato at me tomorrow.