I've mentioned before that over the years my walking pals and I have seen and heard things at 5:30 a.m. that . . . startle. Like guys with no pants on. And cops asking about guys with no pants on. And guys with pants on randomly asking us if we are dancers. Stuff like that.
Well, this morning, a guy asked us in passing how we were doing, which is always a little weird, because the Rule of the Streets is that you pretend not to see each other. But anyway. This guy didn't get the Street Rules Memo. So we answered him.
And that's when things got weirder.
US: We're fine.
HIM: Are you doing your Walk of Shame?
US: (pause) (because we didn't see that one coming)
SALLY: Yes. We all just left the Sig House.
ME: It was Grab-a-Grandma Night up there.
I hope he found that image disturbing. Truly.