On my way to the office this morning I was stopped at a red light when I heard the man driving the van next to me honk his horn.
I looked around to understand what he was honking about and noticed a woman walking down the street and into the park.
The van driver was honking at her.
The light changed and I had to drive on, but I daydreamed an alternative ending to this story, one where I rolled down my window to speak with the male van driver.
"Psssst! Hey, you!" I would say.
He would roll down his window.
"What?" He would ask.
"I just wanted to make sure you knew that she's not a piece of meat. She's a woman who deserves your respect."
He would scoff and say,
"How would you know?
"Because," I would tell him, "it takes one to know one."