I got cat-called, today.
I know I got cat-called not so much because I heard exactly what was said, but because I heard the tone, and I definitely know it ended with the word, "girl". Lack of clarity, ladies and gentlemen; just one more peril of leaning out a car window to yell at someone on a bike...
At any rate, my brain turned it into "Good job, girl!", even tho' I knew that probably wasn't it, given the aforementioned tone. And as I was grumbling to myself about lame-ass catcalls, and how people should have some standards, I suddenly thought,
"But what if it was, 'Good job, girl!'?"
And then I said out loud, with Ryan Gosling hovering beatifically in my brain,
"Good job, girl! I know things are hard right now, girl- you're stressed out and pressed for time, and don't get enough sleep, but here you are, making the bike commute like a boss, being healthy and awesome. So good job, girl! Keep it up!"
And damned if that didn't encourage me to dig in a little deeper, and get up that long-ass hill a little faster.
So thanks, random Scrub. Thanks for bringing out my inner RG.