Holter and I, or Holter and me?

Leaving a local Subway Shop this afternoon wearing my newly attached pulse monitor, I notice two high school girls arriving for off-campus lunch. Just before we pass, the right-side one lets fly a guy-class belch. Not bad, I think, especially when she offered no apology to me or her friend, not even an "oops" or a sideways glance.

Reassures me that I am indeed invisible.

I gave her points for the public setting, volume and clarity. Points left unawarded for her too-cool demeanor: she could have at least offered a self-satisfied smile.

3.9 out of 5.