Last night while walking Daisy we walked past a basketball court near my house. There’s always a pick-up game going on, and last night was no exception. Though typically there are only a couple playing, but this time there were close to twenty guys.
I know this because, despite wearing headphones, I could heard the echo of twenty men laughing at me. I still don’t see what the big deal was, so what if I was singing way too loudly to Dr. Dre on my iPod while wearing an “I recycle boys” tee-shirt as I half danced/half walked down the street. This happens to everyone, right? RIGHT?!