Interesting afternoon. I totally feel hot like Cher or Priscilla Presley. Only not as rich, or as hot.
A little Lexus ES pulled up alongside me as I was sitting in the right of two turn lanes from one four-lane street to another. Four boys, my guess is high-schoolers high on the end of school (in 2.5 weeks for us) and a gorgeous afternoon were out doing teenage hi-jinks. I'm probably not the right person to do these kinds of hi-jinks. I've had four kids already go through high school, am raising two tweenage girls right now, etc. I don't offend easily, and right now I'm on a feminism/equality/don't be a moron roll.
So, they're yelling "roll down your window." Nice person that I am, I oblige. The front passenger yells "I like your hat." "Thanks." I respond (it's a baseball cap from the Space Needle. Very touristy) and turn back. "Want to race?" "No, it's okay. I'm way too old for that type of thing." (Oh, boys, you would so lose if I did. I've been driving since before you were born and my daily drivers were American Muscle. I married into a 1969 Mustang Fastback and was engaged to a 1969 Corvette convertible even before that. ) They all start yelling "Show us your titties. We want to see your titties. We want to see boobs." I said, "You boys realize I'm older than your mother, right? I have kids older than you are and grandkids now." "We want to see titties." "Well, if you give me your mom's e-mail address and she says it's okay and she's not ashamed to have kids that behave like this, I'll maybe think about it. But I want to e-mail your mother first and see if she's okay with this type of thing."
The light turned green and they raced off ahead, to slow down for a second to holler at a couple high school girls holding signs in the median (gulp) then raced off. We ended up at the next stop light, where they saw me again and started with the hooting and hollering. I have a spot on my dash where my phone sits, so I unobtrusively pick up my phone, go through all the fingerprint security protocols (holy shit I need to reduce my security. lol.) and opened my camera, whereupon I turned to the car, lifted my phone and took a picture of them, the car and as they sped off screaming and laughing the back end, hopefully with their license plate.
I'm going to be posting it to our local Facebook page because I'm a bitch like that and totally want to embarrass them and have their mothers grab them by their ears and hopefully their daddies take away the car for a week or two because they're turning into privileged, entitled twits who think it's funny to harass women.