Push ups are the new pick up

Today I was visually assaulted. I was in an Uptown parking lot, talking on my cell phone when I by mistake caught the eye of a parking lot Don Juan.  He was pacing in front of his broken down white stallion (Chevy Cavalier) wearing jorts and a tank top that I can only assume had been worn three days too long.  Though it was a warm day, I doubt his decision to remove his tank top and carefully toss it on his open window brought him any relief.  I reacted by sneering and looking down.  When I looked back up, he was no where in sight . . . wait . . . He wasn't being inappropriate, he was just preparing for a quick urban gym experience between two cars.  A one-legged push up is admirable.