Hey!

 
"Hey!"
 
I was walking minding my business.
 
"Heeey!"
 
Still walking, still minding, trying to make it to class on time, see.  
 
Thinking someone's kids're drivin' 'em crazy, been there myself a time or two, grinning wryly.
 
"HEY!"
 
"Hey! Hey! HEY!"
 
It wasn't until after I opened my car door, put my purse and book bag on the passenger seat.  
 
As I reached forward to start the ignition, I made the critical connection: all that frenzied yelling I'd been vaguely hearing had been directly targeting me.  
 
Surely, thought I, I'm mistaken, while we're not close neighbors we've said "hi", chatted previously. They would not have hollered "Hey!" like that at me.  
 
No, they wouldn't, would they?
 
As I backed my car out of its spot, I glanced out of my window to the side.  
 
Sure enough, there they were, by their truck looking over. Beer bottles in hand.  
 
I don't think they saw my quick glance, didn't really much care if they did.  
 
I didn't have time nor really inclination but what I wanted to ask was this:
 
This blasé approach, does it work for most? Garner dates near and fast? Have you found women succumbing to its dubious charm?
 
Instead, I headed to class, the smattering of a poem in grey mass...
 
 
What I still cannot fathom is the reasoning that took place which led them to holler
 
"Hey!  
     Hey!  
          Hey!"
 
That fine day at me.