I got wolf-whistled at this morning. By two old men in mobility scooters. Well, at least they picked on someone near their own age.
Usually I’m blessedly free of being wolf-whistled at, probably because I’m old, fat and ugly 55, and I’ve had three children and that’s visible.
They were making lewd comments about my long yellow skirt and geek T-shirt and what was likely to be under that. So I turned my back to them, which read “2 Qt 4U”, but they didn’t read English, or Geek, or even at all.