With this awesome spring weather, I went for a six mile run as part of my planned activities for the day. It was warm, so I ran shirtless (way more comfortable to me). I did a route that lets me stay on sidewalks, but occasionally I have a road to cross at a few places. For safety, I always make eye contact with a driver prior to running in front of their vehicle if they are stopped.
I got to an intersection and one car pulled up and stopped at the stop sign. I looked to driver to acknowledge whether I could cross ahead while they were idle. The driver looked at me, and in that split second I processed that the driver was a ham. She waved me on to go. She then smiled at me and winked, staring me down as I crossed in front of her.
I instinctively replied non-verbally with a look of disgust at her, and even when I passed her car looked back in disgust to HAMmer the point home. She probably thought I would smile and wink back. FAT chance, fatty.