Dear Mr. (likely Mexican, but I don't want to be racist) man.
It is winter. I am walking down the street in a large puffy jacket and thermal underwear under my jeans. What about me is worth honking at?
At first, I thought you were maybe warning me about an incoming sidewalk plow or a flying squirrel, but when I turned around to look, I only saw your grin, as you honked again. I don't think you were warning me about anything.
Maybe it's my blond hair. It is good to know that, were I to become as fat as I look in winter garb, I will still be honked at by, um, people of certain social circles, provided I don't change my hair color.
Really, it's fine with me if you need to stick your head out of your car's window to look me over. But, I take no responsibility for any resulting traffic accident.
At first, I thought you were maybe warning me about an incoming sidewalk plow or a flying squirrel, but when I turned around to look, I only saw your grin, as you honked again. I don't think you were warning me about anything.
Maybe it's my blond hair. It is good to know that, were I to become as fat as I look in winter garb, I will still be honked at by, um, people of certain social circles, provided I don't change my hair color.
Really, it's fine with me if you need to stick your head out of your car's window to look me over. But, I take no responsibility for any resulting traffic accident.
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