Dear women I see jogging every morning as I walk through the city streets of DC on my way to work:
When the heck do you work?! Because, WTF, it's not that early and you still have to run back home and jump in the shower and get ready and whatever. By the time you walk out the door it'll be like nine or something. Even if your job started at nine you're still going to be late. But honestly, who starts at NINE anymore? Hello! We don't live on TV! Normal Americans go to work in the dark and come home in the dark. Screw those orange juice commercials that show Father entering the kitchen in the morning with his briefcase as he heads out the door with all his kids sitting at the table eating cereal, Sun ablaze in the windows.. Judging from the lighting in those commercials it looks to be about noon! Screw you orange juice commercial guy, going to work at noon. But seriously, you women jogging past me on my way to work, get a job.
Or maybe you don't have a job. And then that means you're even further removed from reality. And to that I say, what's up with the skin tight, black Spandex pants? I hate to sound shallow, but you ain't ready for those yet.
Guy walking to work checking out your ass as you run by.