The Whistle

As I was out for my morning jog yesterday, I ran by an attractive young woman in her 20’s walking on the side of the road.

As I passed her she quickly gave me a whistle.

A little weirded out by this incident, I continued to run on feeling pretty good and thinking, “Well, can I blame her?”

Just then she whistled again, but this time followed up by her shouting, “Molly!  Molly!  Where are you girl?  Molly, come back!  Treat Molly!  Treat!”


~ by Dave Smith on August 8, 2009.

One Response to “The Whistle”

  1. I’m not sure what’s funnier (or more ironic):

    Our capacity for pride, e.g., your assumption that she was whistling at your.


    Our capacity for humility, e.g., your willingness to share your pride openly with all of us in a self-defacing manner 🙂

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