12 year old boy: Miss, this is a weird question but do you live in [name of my town]?
My voice: Yes.
My brain: oh rat bags, why are you asking me? Why do you even know that?
12 year old boy: thought so. I saw you out running last night.
My voice: you should have waved!
My brain: oh! My! God! The shorts! I was wearing the tiny shorts! And a man's vest! And my hair was a state! And I think I was singing along to Jimmi Hendrix and I'm a skinny middle class white girl in terrible shorts and there is no way that can be anything but cringey... And the shorts, for god sake! I feel like a student saw me naked! Argh! Don't blush! Are the shorts WORSE than pants? They are so lurid! Oh hell.
12 year old boy: well I was going to shout, but I wasn't quite sure it was you.
My voice: next time wave. Did I look tired?
12 year old boy: nah, you looked happy and calm. But your face was like a tomato.
Keeps making me chuckle to myself.