Far Gone

I was walking down the street yesterday, with the baby stroller and just minding my own business, when this guy driving by stared at me so intently that he completely ran a stop sign. He didn't even slow down. And then, right afterwards, he had this look on his face like, "My god! I just completely ran that stop sign!" Then he glanced at me again, briefly, as though this were my fault, slowing down for a moment, and then drove away.

When things like this happen to me, I like to think that it was because I am just so outlandishly beautiful that men cannot take their eyes off of me, and then they do things like run stop signs while gazing intently at me. However, I think it's much more likely that I was doing something so outlandishly weird that men cannot take their eyes off of me, and I'm so far gone that I don't even know what it was. Or perhaps my baby is just that beautiful. (Actually, she was too bundled up to see clearly.)