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.