I can smell you...

This one goes way back. Well, when I was just a sweet baby sophomore in college.

So, my friend, who was also a sophomore, but not nearly as sweet, invited me to her house in ol' brooklyn town. We were waiting for the train, possibly the L, not really sure, since I was just a sweet baby sophomore.

Anywho, we were sitting on those old wooden benches, when I heard a man yell, from across the platform, "HEY GIRL! HEY GIRL!" It took me a second to realize he was even speaking to me. When I say he was across the platform, I mean he was on the uptown track, alllll the way over. I remember, so vividly, wearing my A-line blue tweed skirt (I really like that skirt) with my legs, a little too wide open, when this gentleman caller hollered, "HEY GIRL! CLOSE YO LEGS, I CAN SMELL YOU FROM HERE!"

.....

After that comment, he laughed, and laughed, and laughed a little bit more. I, honestly, wanted to jump across that platform and thrown him into any moving train, but, unfortunately, I just sat there and took the insult.

And, that folks, was the first and only time anyone, I mean, ANYONE, has ever complained about my punani.


He definitely didn't look like this, but I kinda wish he did. It'd be even more surprising.

Or like this...