So I did the big commute yesterday. For those not of the valley(s), it is pretty much a straight shot north-south, so if the wind is blowing the wrong way, which it always is, I am pretty much hosed for two hours straight. And so it was yesterday, I was hammering along trying to make it home at a decent hour. I got caught at a light, feeling pretty dorky track standing with my backpack on and everything. That’s when it started…
I take a look under my shoulder and see a car full of young ladies full of encouragement for me. It’s a pretty long light, so I am balancing there (please don’t fall over, please don’t fall over, please don’t fall over) all the while these girls are going crazy with cat calls, etc. The light finally changes and they continue to heap “praise” upon me as they go past ending with:
“You can ride ME”
This in the uber-conservative hotbed of Utah County. Nice.
Please don’t take this the wrong way. I realize that I am not so exceptionally good looking that girls just can’t help but scream out at the sight of me, and that this is just one of those things that happens when it gets warm enough to drive with the windows down, and young ladies get together. Still, it is nice to know that one still has “it”- to the degree that one ever had “it”.
So, what am I getting at? I don’t really know. I will say, ladies-if you want to brighten a guy’s day- this is an excellent way to do so. You don’t have to be so crass as these particular young ladies (though it doesn’t hurt), but a little encouragement goes a long way.