I was rear-ended this morning by a Mercedes-Benz. Well, not the car itself, naturally, but the driver thereof. He seemed like a nice guy, and we exchanged info while Greg called the law (I was on the phone with him when I was hit).
While chatting in the middle of the road (Tesson Ferry & 270) waiting for the police to arrive, some guys in a service truck went by in the opposite direction honking and wolf-whistling. I was of course looking my finest in my craptastic t-shirt / lightweight shorts combo I wore for this morning's insurance company physical. Therefore, it was completely understandable (scoff!). The remainder of our conversation went something like this:
Guy: (disgusted) Oh, nice. Real nice.
Me: (laughing) Yeah, well. Whatever, I guess.
Guy: I just can't believe that. Some people. Geez.
Me: Hey, maybe they were whistling at you!
To me, it was actually unsurprising that some enterprising fellows would take that moment to express their amorous feelings. I think many decent men don't realize we womenfolk are surrounded by idiots who take opportunities like a woman being hit in a car crash to do something like that.
I wonder if it works for them?
Anyway, nobody was injured and that's the important thing. Ethan was a super champ. He didn't even cry, but sat there in the back seat looking bewildered for the entire affair.