"Hey, girl!" he shouted. I stopped and turned around, sunglasses shielding my eyes, black helmet hiding most of my hair, just curly strands dangling out of the bottom.
"Are you a girl?"
Gee, what a question. I explained that I'm a teacher and I'm just really short...as the day went on I chose to take it as the ultimate compliment. That's my take, anyway. Tonight I've been reflecting on my girliness...or lack thereof. I never, ever wear make-up except on Halloween (maybe); I completely quit painting my toes over the summer when I chose to paint on paper instead; I arrive home from work each day and change immediately into workout wear and keep it on till I go to bed; I wear sloppy, slouchy PJ's; and my hair is consistently a wreck. Lucky for me my family loves me anyway.
Oh, and I now have special permission to ALWAYS ride my bike on the crosswalk. Awesome, eh?
A particularly girly ghost.