Thursday, July 5, 2007

Holla' Back Girl

I love starting my day off with a cat call. I’m not usually picky about what I get: a toot of the car/truck horn, a whistle, a “haaay baby,” or an “aye yah yah yah” are all good. Not only does it make me feel sexy, but I also have to check out the dude, because I may want to date him.

Yesterday, however, I got by far the worst cat call ever. A white haired man in his 60’s was passing me. Just before he was out of my peripheral vision I heard: “mmmmmm.”

MMMMM?!?!?! What am I? A fucking bowl of Campbell’s Soup?!?! Am I mmm mmm good? At least respect the cat call, I know I do....bastard.

2 comments:

Erin Gallagher said...

oh god, catcalls make me feel the opposite of sexy, they make me feel like a nasty hooker or something. i usually turn around and run at the person while yelling obsenities and sticking up my middle finger. fuckers.

Neponset River Bridge Dig said...

That was me mmmmm mmmmm yummy bowl of soup you are!!!