It was hot out today. hoooooooot ooooooout. 75 degrees in the city. So obviously it was a good idea for me to wear a wool jacket to my interview. (I'm trustworthy, i swear!... sweat bead...) On the walk back, i took off my wool coat and sighed comfortably in the halter-top i was wearing underneith. But then this big frat-boy dood waked right in front of me and was like, "How are you doin today? I'm much better since I saw you!" And i was all: why does one guy always need to spoil my breasts for the rest of us?