Since I got my new haircut, I have felt a bit more sassy. Maybe it also has something to do with meeting up with my old friend, Mandy. Either way, I've got a bit more gusto/confidence/brazenness in my system....
As I was walking home from work yesterday, I noticed a younger man (maybe 19 or 20), practicing on a unicycle. This is interesting to watch, plus he kept falling off, so I kept watching. As I got closer, I noticed that this young man did not have a shirt on, which is quite normal for the summer and boys his age. This was not disturbing....until I noticed that his shorts sagged down more than could be called an accident, revealing pink BVD's. I became a little frustrated. As I got closer, and this young man noticed me looking at him, a smirk spread over his mouth.
I became a little more than frustrated, probably on the level of antagonized. The feminist in me would not put up with this male chauvinism, this repugnance that was before me. Mrs. Sassy, the introvert, still had half a block to think of the right thing to say....
I thought: I can't be mean-that's not "WWJD". Then I thought, well I never say what I wish I could say and I always regret it. Like Meg Ryan in You've Got Mail. So, I gathered up my gumption, and out came:
"You're underwear's sticking out."
To which the boy smiled at me and replied, "What?" Having a look on his face as if he had conquered another woman. Gained the approval and desire of the opposite sex once more.
I said, a little louder, "You're underwear's sticking out!"
And the boy sheepishly grinned, lowered his head and tugged at his shorts to hoist them up.
VICTORY! VICTORY AT LAST!
It was a wonderful thing to revel in.
