Like all men in my neighborhood, I have been subject to a variety of cat calls and luridly unappealing come-ons.
Today, however, I was subject to a form of sexual harassment I've never experienced before.
As I was innocently strolling up Eighth Avenue to the bank, I passed an older leather-ish looking man. I felt a leer coming on, so I kept my eyes forward. Just as I walked by him, he growled and said:
Now, I supposed I "asked for it" since I was wearing flip flops...but still.
As I walked to the bank I tried not to get drunk on the thought that my feet - which I never consider - were somehow considerable enough for someone to growl at.