Yesterday I was driving back and forth between my aunt’s house and my own house yesterday while taking care of some business. On the way to my aunt’s house the first time, I drove past a runner who looked a lot like my cousin. Since he was running the same way I was driving, I glanced back at him as I passed and concluded that he was indeed my cousin. On the way back home, I saw a runner who, I thought, was the same runner; they were wearing the same running clothes.
I honked my horn and waved. He looked at me with utter confusion and tentatively waved back.
Needless to say, it was not my cousin. You should realize that I have a very recognizable car. The Washington sports teams stickers on the back coupled with the Snoopy stickers on the side make it very identifiable.
Almost as soon as I got home, I needed to go back to my aunt’s house. My running buddy was on his way back now and as I passed, my car seemed to slow down to 5 miles an hour and he was almost at a standstill. It was dreadfully painful watching him – who was obviously getting creepy vibes from me at this point – watch me.
I had to pass the guy one more time. I was on my way home and nearing my house…and so was he. So as I passed him for the third time, I had to start pulling my car to the side of the road to parallel park. I can only imagine how terrified he was at this point.
Do I feel bad? No I don’t. Why? Because of the countless summer days when I would run down the same road in running shorts and a tank top and would get honked at several times by boys in cars with their windows down. Sometimes you want to run to clear your head from crazy thoughts and all that gawking does nothing to improve your mental health.
Confusion happens and when your family is as big as mine, you start thinking that they are everywhere.