Hoot, hoot

A friend of mine and I were walking in the neighborhood by my son's school before it dismissed yesterday, and a car full of teenagers drove by. One of them stuck his head out the window as it passed and hooted at us.

Um...High school boys didn't hoot at me from cars when I was in high school. More disturbing than flattering, since I have a friend with a son who is a junior in high school, so...um, yeah. That's just not right. Technically I'm old enough to be your mother. Save the hooting for someone even remotely near your age. Thank you.

But that does remind me, in junior high, when I walked home from school, there was a very long road that was part of the walk. Sometimes teenagers would drive by and honk and yell rude things at people walking (because apparently that's just how they roll in upstate New York), and once someone beeped at me, and I was just raising my hand to give possibly a not very polite wave...When I realized it was my great uncle. And boy was I glad that I gave a polite wave instead. Yikes.