I got whistled at by a couple of morons in a car once.
There was no doubt that they were whistling at me - I was literally the only person anywhere near their car.
I got steaming mad - I really hate that kind of behaviour - and when their car stopped at traffic lights just ahead, I crossed the road, paused in front of their car, and spat on it.
(I blush recalling it. If it had happened five minutes later, I might have cooled down enough.)
Then I saw one of them opening the door of their car, and made hastily for a brightly-lit shop, where I hung out for ten minutes until the car had gone away.
Obviously I wouldn't have punched them. And most of the time I just assume that someone whistling in the street is whistling at someone else.
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Date: 2005-01-21 01:30 pm (UTC)There was no doubt that they were whistling at me - I was literally the only person anywhere near their car.
I got steaming mad - I really hate that kind of behaviour - and when their car stopped at traffic lights just ahead, I crossed the road, paused in front of their car, and spat on it.
(I blush recalling it. If it had happened five minutes later, I might have cooled down enough.)
Then I saw one of them opening the door of their car, and made hastily for a brightly-lit shop, where I hung out for ten minutes until the car had gone away.
Obviously I wouldn't have punched them. And most of the time I just assume that someone whistling in the street is whistling at someone else.