As I was leaving the library tonight, I felt this older gentleman looking at me. We made eye contact three times. Okay, if we were in a dark alley, I would be a little freaked, but we were in the middle of Penn campus, and tons of students were milling around, so my thoughts quickly shifted to, “Okay, do I have my skirt tucked into my underwear or something?” A quick body scan revealed that this was not the case.
I approached him: “Can I help you with something?”
In a thick Eastern European accent, he replied, “I am looking for your blinking light? How do you ride home–” pointing to my bike in hand–“without a light that blinks?”
Fair point. John would be pleased.
Before I had time to reply, he went on, furrowing his brow, “Then again, you are quite tall.” Not entirely sure how that will be of much help when I lack a “light that blinks,” but I’ll take any comparison to C.J. Cregg I can get, albeit a totally inadvertent one.
And then, “I take it you’re European?”
Ummmm, not a bit. Thanks, weird old guy. I made it home safely.
anna in med school 
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