The Bird Behind You

This sort of thing has happened to me numerous times (though not usually with lettuce). My stock responses are, โ€œMe too!โ€ or โ€œOh yeah, is he hot?โ€ It really knocks down peopleโ€™s presumptions and annoys them, which I am fine with. (Yes, I understand why women do this. Itโ€™s still annoying as all hell.)

The funniest similar incident was when I was at a boardwalk in Florida attempting to look at a bird. A woman was in front of me, leaning over. I didnโ€™t even see her, because who cares when there is wildlife to observe? But then I realized she was absolutely glaring at me with pure unrestrained hatred. I realized that she thought I was looking down her shirt, which I was not โ€” as I said, I didnโ€™t even see her. I said, โ€œI really donโ€™t care about your breasts. Iโ€™m trying to see the bird behind you.โ€ She gave me an even harsher glare (some women seem both offended if you gaze at them and if you do not, which I never understand) and huffed away.

Ok, then.

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