“None of his business”

I had been jogging with my sister in the daytime (5pm) not far from my immediate neighborhood (it was a retired people nice-houses neighborhood, pretty quiet), and I was wearing long sweatpants and a gym danskin sports bra.

We were now walking back towards my apartment when we see a black truck approaching towards us, driving on the empty street left of the sidewalk were we were. Thinking nothing of it, we continued walking forward, when suddenly the driver stuck half his body out the window with one hand still on the wheel, and yelled loudly, “PUT A FUCKING SHIRT OOON!!!” Like a coward, he then sat back in his seat and started to drive away, but I turned back, while he was still in earshot and loudly shouted “BITCH!”, while sticking my finger out towards the truck.

…to my unbelievable surprise, a block or two forward, the same truck appeared in front of us way ahead and then turned to its left to follow the *same* trajectory. I could not believe that it could possibly be the same truck, but surely, the black suv drove past us once more, and the bastard stuck his body out the window AGAIN and yelled “YOU SHOULD REALLY PUT A FUCKING SHIRT OOONNN!!!”

I instinctively yelled “BITCH!” once more, this time with more vigor and fury, (my voice echoed), as I flicked the driver off.

I don’t understand…[it was] none of his business…what should I have done?!?!? I was just working out! WTF!

– FI0008

Location: Champaign, IL