Tuesday, September 9, 2008
So I went running tonight, with a dog leash tied to a belt loop, and a dog on the other end of the leash. Nice, balmy night -- I assume "balmy" means slight breeze and perfect temperature, and if not, it should. So, we went a little further than usual, down Loma Alta to Lincoln, down Lincoln, up some other block, good brisk pace. Then a rattle-trap minivan zoomed by us in the opposite direction, practically brushing the side of my face. The minivan slammed on the brakes and the driver shouted at me, "Watch where you're going (uh, you something, something).
Well, damn it, I had been watching.
And here's where I always get in trouble. Filled with fresh air and adrenaline, prudent and thoughtful judgement eludes me. Me in my shorts and t-shirt, with the cowardly lion by my side. Come to think of it, it was probably her street, so when I asked whether she wanted the whole fucking street, in all likely hood, she did. We held eyes for a beat, then she sped off and I kept running.
Sometimes it's a good thing not to have men around.