I went for a run today, and then went to the grocery store after the park. While I was walking home from the grocery store, carrying my groceries, I got cat-called 3 or 4 times. I was wearing head phones so I didn't know what they were saying but I could see them. Usually In a walk to of from somewhere I will get one on average, and delivery trucks with two men in them are almost a guarantee-- maybe because they aren't in their own car, they are bored, and they have a buddy to back them up so they feel more bold. This time it was two grocery store employees together, two pairs in delivery trucks, and then the one that inspired me to write this post. As I was crossing the street, a guy in a car slowed down to yell at me out the window, but he was on the opposite side of the car, so he was yelling OVER his ten-year-old son in the passenger seat. That little bastard doesn't have a chance! He will never respect women.
Another thing I want to note that is slightly related is that there are a lot of police in my neighborhood lately. Not when you need them, like at night, but during the day and in the morning when I am walking to work and they are standing on random corners texting on their cell phones or eating a sandwich while holding major machine guns. They are always good for a leer, too. Also, I feel like every time I walk by one, the barrel of his gun is like a cold black eye staring at me. I am starting to have a premonition that I am going to be accidentally shot before I leave Mexico.