Today I walked in to work from the Chicago stop, down State Street. At an intersection near Marina Bay/House of Blues, I saw a woman walking some distance away from me, wearing a mid-thigh skirt and boots. Between us a man was literally bent over at the waist, his ears almost touching his knees in a futile attempt to look up her skirt.
As I got closer to him, I called out, "You're not trying hard enough."
He whipped upright and faced me, his hand over his mouth in surprise.
"Oh, you saw me."
"Yeah. Amazing, really, given how you're being so subtle and all."
I heard people behind me laughing.
Humiliation. The best medicine.