cat call

Last night I went grocery shopping with my roommate, Pete. Like normal, we went our separate ways once we entered the store. I went to stand in front of the myriad of cereal flavors to try and decide the flavor I wanted for the next week. As everyone knows, this decision is crucial for an effective start to your day. Pete went to buy healthy stuff, because that's the sort of fellow he is.

After I made my cereal decision, I had to get milk to complete my breakfast experience. As I was walking past the frozen food isle, I noticed Pete standing there pondering whether to buy frozen peas or frozen corn. He didn't notice me so I attempted a cat call. Normally, my whistling is weak and nonexistent. Not this time. I was successfully loud and powerful. Gloating from whistling capabilities, I turned my head forward to look where I was going at the exact moment the lady in front of me looked back. I was grinning. She was glaring.

I'm still unsure if she was married or not, but either way, she didn't like it.