flirt

I've been riding my bike the longway home - sans light rail shortcut - and I've been cat-called 2x! The first one was something about my "booty." From a white guy in a station wagon. Pffffff. But the second time was from a 8 year old blonde chubster, sitting on a fence with his razor, who called out , "I like your bike!" To which I halla'd back, "Thanks! I like your scooter." He looked like this, with a little more chub and no coonskin hat. If he had been wearing a davy crockett, I would have stopped my bike and chased him around the playground until he let me hug him.