On the way to work,
I pass by a park- actually, only a few blocks from my office.
In the early summertime, the local girls HS track team runs there in the morning. Some of these girls are my daughter’s age, I feel creepy just driving there, so I avoid the place until mid august when I know they’re gone.
Today I drove past to find the boys track team running.
And a line of Escalades and G-wagons and cayennes and land rovers, each with it’s own fortysomething and fiftysomething cougar, all smoking, all watching the boys plod by.
Good lord, ladies. Be a little more discreet.

And all that humming you heard probably wasn’t the frantically vibrating wings of the local insects.
Just that ol’ double standard at work. You’re feeling creepy (when you’re not creepy) to the point where you avoid the place–they’re having a smoke and reading Twilight while they wait for the adolescent herd to get back around the track.
Sure it’s not the moms?
Definitely not the moms.
They could be the moms. Just a variation on “toss your car keys in the bowl”.
Sigh! Where were these Cougars when I was a High School Lad? These kids nowadays, they’ve got it so easy! Why, back in my day…..