9:39am: I am walking to the train and texting my mom when a man in his late 50s yells, "Have a good day, sweetheart," out of his parked van. I ignore it because I am writing a message. He repeats himself louder so I look up at him. He beams.
"Don't yell out of cars--it's rude," I lazily call back as I finish typing my message.
3:43pm: I am picking up some groceries for work. On my way to the store, a man says, "nice; beautiful," as I pass. I stop and snap a picture. He seems... flattered? "Hell-o," he calls back. I finish my errand.
