this morning, as i got out of the car, the parking security guard let out a nice, loud whistle of the cat call variety. aaron was dropping me off today because i am getting "some work" done on my car, so i was both embarrassed and flattered as i kissed him goodbye.
but hey, i am wearing a skirt today and hey, thanks for noticing my sculpted calves, yo.
as i approached the security desk to check in (i was at the client's studio lot today), the guard made a big deal of saying HEY THAT WHISTLE WAS NOT FOR YOU! IT WAS FOR THAT GUY ACROSS THE STREET.
and i was like, oh. and inside, i died a little.
i mean, THE GUY ACROSS THE STREET? the hell?
and then i thought, "DID YOU JUST CALL ME FAT???"
but i didn't SAY it, or anything.