>>76349017I was jogging near her high school shirtless and she was mirin’. I approached her and asked for her number. The black crossing guard lady was hating hard and trying to cock block.
Ms. Jackson isn’t having it. She steps closer, pointing a finger. “Friendly chat? You’re out here half-naked, distracting kids. Move along before I call someone.”
Zoomette, embarrassed but defiant, pipes up. “Ms. Jackson, I’m 19,(held back a year because she’s regarded). It’s fine.”
Ms. Jackson shoots her a look. “Girl, you got no business talking to strangers twice your age. Get back to waiting for your ride.” She turns to the jogger. “And you? Keep jogging.”
I pop my earbud back in and jog off, leaving Zoomette grinning and Ms. Jackson muttering under her breath about “grown men with no sense.”