It made me smile yesterday when I saw a pretty girl with long legs wearing a very short skirt but holding down her hem ever so often. I thought – she should wear a short skirt, enjoy the attention and forget about it or not wear it at all. Then I thought about the times I show cleavage and fidget endlessly. Often the pervert constantly looking down my blouse is me.
It made me sad a few minutes later to see a elderly lady driving the roads of Manhattan with a spoon in her mouth. Only, it was a thermometer. She had a thermometer in her mouth, one hand on her forehead and the free hand on the steering wheel. I hope that she made a U-turn and went home to a cool house, warm tea and someone who whooped for joy to see her back.