Take it all off
The other day I went for a run in my neighborhood. About halfway through, I got too hot for my sweatshirt, so I pulled it over my head mid-stride, pulling down on my T-shirt underneath at the same time. There was suddenly a chorus of catcalls from behind me, and I looked over my shoulder at the three pre-teen boys hooting and whistling and imploring me to TAKE IT ALL OFF, LADY! I tied my sweatshirt around my waist and kept running, but I couldn’t help but wonder what they’d do if I suddenly turned and ran at them, peeling off my shirt and sports bra and screaming I WANT ALL OF YOU, NOW!
It would have left all four of us with a great story to tell, at least.