Happy ‘Murica Day, everyone! Hope you are enjoying the taste of freedom (which you probably are, if freedom happens to taste like beer and burgers).
- Unintelligible comments (if you are going past at 50mph, I can’t understand you)
- Suggestive noises
- People following me around yelling “smack”
- To be fair, once, when I was jogging with Kris, someone did yell at us. They asked if I was going to tie his shoes (wtf?!)
At least they inappropriately signal their attraction to me instead of calling me fat? Personally, I find this odd as I spent most of my time running being rather overweight, and this seems to be a common experience. Perhaps I’ll know I’m a real runner when someone finally informs me that I am super duper fat. Ugh.