I will be scolded when I get home.

7:35 am I pull up to the neighborhood 7-11. I am cranky, tired, disheveled and none too happy to be heading to work (aka HELL) while my dude is at home in bed, curled up with the cats enjoying his well deserved day off.

There is a truck parked next to me packed full of laborers. I get out of the car and head toward the door, instinctively knowing what was going to happen next.

From the truck comes a cat call and a whistle.

I am not entertained. Not in the slightest.

Normally I will ignore such things, or at least I try to....but this morning, I was not the one.

I stood in the doorway at 7-11, turned myself around so that I was facing the clowns, lowered my sunglasses, scowled and showed them my middle finger.

(yes honey, I know this was not the right thing to do)

Time stood still for a moment as their jaws went slack and they looked back and forth at each other in confusion...as to say, "What did we do??" I went into the store, and they pulled out very slowly. Very Slowly.

It was then that I had the "Oh shit!" moment and the voices of my mother and my dude were in my head saying "You can't do that, you're going to get yourself killed".

So, I didn't get killed this time, but I did get a little scared. And the moral of the story is:

Even if I feel like I am being disrespected in situations like that, I will ignore rather than retaliate......no matter how unnatural that may feel. People are crazy and you never know what they are capable of. Flipping someone off who thinks that cat calling is the highest compliment you can give a woman, could have a negative outcome. Got it.

The end.