It seems that some days the flower of my femininity is more in bloom than others, and I have absolutely no control over it, gosh darnit. Am not feeling particularly attractive today but received a number honks and waves from strange men wearing b-i-g grins. On my way down Meh-fuh Street, one fellow in a truck rolled down his window and hollered "Ceeeeeeuuuuuuuttttttteeee!" after me. Rude? Maybe. I'm not easily offended, though.
Over by the McCondos being put up by the chop shops near the end of my commute, I think I heard the best line yet from a construction worker: "Miss - You can do my laundry any day!" I haven't a clue as to what that meant (some new slang?), but it certainly sounded like a compliment.