The Indulgence of Cliches

When I went home for lunch, I found that Rufus had been a good boy all morning. Meaning I didn't have to spend the first ten minutes of my lunch break cleaning up his pee.

After I ate, I decided to reward him for his good behavior with a quick walk around the neighborhood. As we turned the corner to head home, we walked past a construction site of new luxury condos. And one of the workers wolf-whistled at me. WHEE-whoo. At first I was embarrassed. Because geeze. Have some self-respect. But then I felt admiration for this worker. His ability to indulge openly in one of the oldest cliches was inspirational to me.

So I engaged in my own cliche right back by flipping my hair over one shoulder and pretending to ignore his whistle, all the while with a huge smile on my face.