My preferred mode of transportation around town is my electric scooter. It's faster than walking, and does parking is a breeze.
Husbinator, having bought me the scooter, also provides peer pressure to look as nerdy as possible while riding said scooter. Namely, if I'm scooting in conditions that cause cars to turn on their headlights, I wear a horrifically dorky reflector vest. I agree with Husbinator in principle, and as a driver, I love it when cyclists/scootists wear proper reflective gear, but as a scootist, it's just so, so dorky. So dorky.
A few weeks ago, I was scooting home after dark, wearing my trusty reflector vest, when a car slowed down and started crowding me. Without thinking too much about it, I slowed down to let the car pass me, so I could maneuver around it safely. The car kept crowding me, and then I heard a man calling out the window.
Not a problem, I know how to deal with this: he is not talking to me. I mean, really, the driver could legitimately be yelling to that guy on the sidewalk over there, so I ignored the driver and continued moving over and back.
But the man kept calling out, and I heard a feminine conjugation, and the pedestrians in calling distance were all male, so I reluctantly tuned in. Sure enough, the driver (middle-aged, male) was absolutely yelling to me, and was even commenting on my appearance:
"Kol hakavod lach! Good for you! Kol hakavod that I can see you! Kol hakavod!"
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