It was raining tonight when I walked to the co-op and not only did I resemble a drowned rat (a really cute drowned rat but a drowned rat nonetheless) but I was also wearing this, like, 1980’s Central Park jogger hooded track jacket. The point of this story is that a dude actually brought his vehicle to a full and complete stop in order to maximize his opportunity to leer weirdly at me and express his admiration of my appearance.
Um, my jacket closes with magnets in the front. I’m not sure that look is sufficiently cute to warrant someone suspending the operation of his vehicle. Drive-bys are so bizarre and I know we have this conversation all the time but seriously, what is the desired outcome of this event? “Wow, I love your 1978 Cadillac Seville*! Let’s do it!” *let’s be honest, I did love his 1978 Cadillac Seville