I shitlorded a ham on my run (brief report). With this awesome spring weather, I went for a six mile run as part of my planned activities for the day.  It was warm, so I ran shirtless (way more comfortable to me).  I did a route that lets me stay on sidewalks, but occasionally I have a road to cross at a few places.  For safety, I always make eye contact with a driver prior to running in front of their vehicle if they are stopped.   I got to an intersection and one car pulled up and stopped at the stop sign.  I looked to driver to acknowledge whether I could cross ahead while they were idle.  The driver looked at me, and in that split second I processed that the driver was a ham.  She waved me on to go.  She then smiled at me and winked, staring me down as I crossed in front of her. I instinctively replied non-verbally with a look of disgust at her, and even when I passed her car looked back in disgust to HAMmer the point home.  She probably thought I would smile and wink back.  FAT chance, fatty.