Back in the day, when I got 15 minutes of recess, I ran around like a crazy person. And I got hot. All the teachers standing still in their winter parkas were freezing, so they assumed I was freezing. They could’ve chased Justin around the playground, but instead they stood there and tried to make me wear my coat.
Exasperated, I told my mom about my struggle. How can I catch Justin if I’m too hot to run around? She wrote me a note. Anytime a teacher tried to make me wear my coat, I got to whip out a note that said and I paraphrase,
“Jessica does not have to wear a coat if she doesn’t want to.”
That did the trick and I’ve been fine every since. Until now.
The other day, I dash out of the office to grab lunch. A homeless looking man is slumped on the sidewalk thumbing through his smart phone. He lifts his head as I walk by,
“Lady, lady, lady!”
There are lots of ladies around. He could mean me, but either way I keep walking.
I come dashing back again returning to the office. I’m busy, in case you didn’t notice all the dashing. The homeless guy shouts at me,
I glance at him.
“Lady you need to wear a coat.”