Click: Catcalling

Click: true moments, stories too short for the stage.

I’m 42 and I’m pleased to say that I’ve never been catcalled, unless you count two frat boys screaming, “DOG!” out their car window and laughing themselves sick when I looked at them.

So I’m walking down a Montreal street with Todd and our sixteen year old son. It’s about eleven at night and I’ve just performed at the storytelling show Confabulation to rousing applause and I am sparkling.

And then this little Honda pulls up beside me and this guy hollers something out the window and his French accent is really strong and I can’t quite hear him the first time and he hollers again –


And my beautiful family laughs and laughs and we wave as the car zooms away.

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