Can I get some FRIES with that SHAKE???
One day, out of nowhere, I rode by and NOTHING happened. I slowed down thinking, "Um, hello?! It's me...." They looked up and indifferently went back to work. I completed my journey to school with a perplexed expression on my face. "What the fuck?? I thought I looked pretty cute today. I'm even wearing a low cut T-shirt that usually drives them nuts! Maybe they don't like my shorts? Perhaps there is another bike rider who is cuter and they used up all of their comments on her?? WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME?"
The next morning I kept my head down as I rolled past them, embarrassed to no longer be worthy of their whistles. A few days went by and I had gotten used to not hearing them. I tried to gracefully accept my new role as the ugly stepsister but secretly I hatred it and wondered where I had gone wrong. And then, just as abruptly as it had gone, the whistles came back. My face lit up and I smiled broadly at the workers. Relieved, I made my way to school where I walked around with a spring in my step.
I can't help but wonder who the first cat-calling construction worker was. Apparently it caught on like gang busters. I also wonder if any woman has ever stopped, turned around and said, "Well Meow to you, too, big fella! Why don't we go get sweaty in that port-o-john of yours??" Years later their kids would ask how they met and their mother will say, "OH, it was SO romantic...I rode by Daddy's construction site and he started making this loud clucking noise...I turned to look at him and THEN he began flicking his tongue at me while wiggling his eyebrows in this suggestive way...I thought to myself 'Now THERE is the man for me...and the rest is history!'.