With schools back in session, it appears that my late afternoon walking time coincides with testosterone-raging boys hanging loose after being trapped in classrooms from their waking moments.
Yesterday, when a group of four boys, all with their jeans way lower than their underwears, and on low-rider bicycles, passed me, one guy turned around to look at me and then yelled "you are number one."
How wrong he is: I know I come in last even when I compete against myself!
I smiled anyway.
They did not react to any other person on the bike path, and that worried me. But, I kept going, and didn't see them again.
Earlier today, as I crossed the river over the bridge, there were two teenagers sitting--one on a bench and the other with half his butt on the bike seat. And smoking. They looked like they could be high school seniors. As I passed them, one guy said, rather too loudly, "how you doin'?"
"Great" I said, without any change in my pace, and with a smile. "A wonderful day" I added.
As I kept going, a few steps later, I heard the guy say something in the mocking stereotypical Indian accent. I kept going with a smile on my face, thinking "okey dokey."
Why "okey dokey" you ask?
A story for another day :)
This report says that fatherhood lowers testosterone levels. Well, I certainly don't want these young fellas to try that route!
I will alter my routine!
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