Things That Are Yelled At Me On the Way To Work 2

The number of people who hit on you in the street is directly proportional to the teaspoons of grease you can wring out of your hair.

Or: Guys hit on you when you're gross.

And no, I don't put crisco in my hair. Please. I wash my hair in truffle oil. (gossip girl! stop!)

Ramone (or so I call him): Hey, hey let me say something. You are beautiful. In this whole city, most beautiful. Can I talk to you...every day?

Some people in this city move FAST!