Arts as Astra

So I went for a run kind of late last night because I failed to get up early enough to do it in the morning. I followed my usual 3-ish mile course through our residential neighborhood. There I am, jogging down the main artery into our subdivision, when a SUV full of giddy teenagers drives past me, loudly mocking and hooting at me as they go by.

Now really, WTF?

It's not like it's the first time it's happened. I figure, they see a dumpy, overweight, middle-aged woman puttering along, engaged in what seems to them a completely pointless activity, and they lack any impulse control whatsoever and so they let loose.

My only consolation is that someday, they too will be dumpy, overweight and middle-aged, and we'll see who laughs then.