This week I did another round of sitting around and moving cones. Maybe next time I should make a sign that says "creepy older men, stay away from me." It never fails. Just when I think no one cares that I'm there, they swoop in. At one point there was three of them and they had made a little circle around my chair and where asking me questions. The fact that all three of them were chain-smoking did not help matters. Also, the range is behind a group of not so nice apartments and people are always walking up from behind, circling around me, then leaving. Why? For the love of God, why? What is so interesting about a tubby teenage girl reading, sitting in a chair? Leave me alone!