Rebel

I.... am a "public menace". That's right. You heard me -- I was called a public menace. This discovery is actually very new to me, as I didn't realize that I would be a public menace. I thought a menace was just someone who was dangerous or harmful... and a public menace would be someone who's thoughts or actions would be dangerous to, well, the public. So, I pulled out my good friend Webster and read:

Menace

–noun

1.

something that threatens to cause evil, harm, injury, etc.; a threat: Air pollution is a menace to health.

2.

a person whose actions, attitudes, or ideas are considered dangerous or harmful: When he gets behind the wheel of a car, he's a real menace.

3.

an extremely annoying person.

Huh.

So, what exactly did I do to be called a "public menace"? I was working out. Walking and working on my arms. I didn't hear the 7AM bugle call either -- so I didn't stop, and neither did the other drivers including the woman who blocked me with her car to yell at me out of her car window.

... I sure attract some characters....