To the dude in the pickup truck

You know who you are. The one who honked at me while I was taking the baby for a walk. Hey, stud! Put your shirt on and your teeth in and come talk to me! So, what was it that you found so alluring about me? Was it the baby vomit on my shirt? Or the fact that I had the source of the vomit hanging on my back like a hairless monkey? Or the bags under my eyes from tending the sick hairless monkey all night? Where are you going so fast? Please come back. You’re the first adult I’ve had contact with today. Want to go get some coffee?

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