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I was kicking into the first push of my running routine yesterday when this older guy messing around with a ladder in his yard called out, "Hurry up, there's a sale down there!"

Now, on principle I ignore just about anyone who calls out to me when I'm out on foot, because it's rarely a friendly greeting, so I didn't react to this man.  But I did hear what he said, and I did think about it.

I've seen plenty of yard sales in that particular neighborhood so my first thought was, What, is there a yard sale down the block somewhere?  And do I, in my sneakers and exercise clothes, look like I'm headed to a yard sale?

At 6pm on a Monday, it also would be a really stupid time to have a yard sale.  The inhabitants of the houses I was passing must have realised this too, because there were no yard sales to be seen.

Soooo, guy sees young woman running down the sidewalk, and the only reason this could possibly be happening is...OMGSHOPPINGLOLZROFLSTFU.  Asshole.

Seriously, why did he feel the need to comment?  It wasn't even a dig at what I was wearing or a cat call, it was just a blatant stereotype that was completely unrelated to the situation aside from my being female.  I really, really don't get it.