After work this evening, I decided not to let my blisters stop me, and I walked home yet again. The problem with blisters, I've decided, isn't so much the blisters themselves (although they really do hurt!), but the fact that having blisters changes the way I walk. That sort of throws off everything else and causes my muscles and joints to feel somewhat uncomfortable. No pain, no gain, right?
The subject of this post has to do with a funny thing that happened on my walk this evening. As I walked through Georgetown and passed by the homeless guy who hangs out on M Street not far from the Key Bridge, he said, "Boy-oh-boy, you have beautiful legs. And I mean bee-yoo-tee-ful!"
Ironically enough, a few years ago, as I walked down M Street, this same man commented, "Boy-oh-boy, you have a fat ass." And just in case his comment was at all ambiguous, he added, "And I don't mean P-H-A-T!"
People really do say the strangest things. Just as I wasn't sure how to react to the comments a few years ago, I was at a loss today. But luckily, I was walking quickly enough that I was well past the guy once he was done talking about me. If nothing else, I figure that his compliment tonight cancels out the insult from a few years ago, and that's not a bad thing at all!
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