<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><entry xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18414498.post-5258910206697741876</id><published>2008-11-09T11:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T13:12:17.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday</title><summary type='text'>I went for an extra-long run. I passed this group of possibly homeless people (they had sleeping rolls &amp; shopping carts). As I jogged by, one asked me something inappropriate &amp; insulting (clue: it had to do with the fact that he's a man and I'm a woman). I ran on for about 50 feet, but the question kept ringing in my ears, and with every step I got angrier and angrier. I mean, I've done this so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearsmell.blogspot.com/feeds/5258910206697741876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18414498&amp;postID=5258910206697741876' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18414498/posts/default/5258910206697741876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18414498/posts/default/5258910206697741876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearsmell.blogspot.com/2008/11/today.html' title='Yesterday'/><author><name>ing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03877741066021169188</uri><email>myocardialarrest@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13459579853824164488'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry>