Could we be more clothed?

It’s officially impossible to go walking with out being honked at. Stacy and I have gone walking each day at lunch, and each day, without fail, we are honked and/or hooted at by some random passerby.
The most interesting observation is that apparently men don’t care what they’re hooting at. They can’t see our faces when they actually honk, its only after as they pass and look back in the rearview mirror that they can see.
Oh well.

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