Constable Cook: Why are you running?
Louis: Running is fun!

This morning.

This morning, I was walking to work in the rain, against the crowds on Eddy Avenue. I was about to pass two well-dressed middle-aged women, who had also neglected to bring an umbrella. One looked at me, then said to her companion:

"See, prettyboy doesn't need an umbrella."

I felt flattered because she implied I was tough, then offended because she called me 'prettyboy', then flattered because she implied I was pretty.