Since age 12, I had an ass that was legendary. It may now be starting to resemble a bag of oranges, but I mean, that sucker was unbelievably nice back in it’s day. I had a good 25 years of being yelled at by people passing by in cars with comments about my butt. I find it very strange that seeing big tits or a nice ass somehow entitles men to just blurt out inappropriate comments at women. Weird.
Mmm, asspickles! I love to put those on my asperger’s.
Oh god. Do not GIS. Trust me.
She was talking to the dog.
I had someone scream out the window “You’re FAT!” You know, fifteen and self-conscious is not the best time to hear things like that.
I hate people who shout anything out of their cars. Jerks, all of them. :mad:
ETA: Oh, and I wasn’t fat. Not at all - tall, and skinny.
Maybe you misheard his saying “You’re P.H.A.T”.
I don’t think that phrase was common back then, though I am not sure when it came into being. 
That was eighteen years ago.
That’s awesome.
Guy here. I was taking a different route home from work one night. I had my window rolled down, listening to my radio when I stopped at red light. “You looking for a date tonight?” I said no thanks. Next light, different car, different woman. “You want some company tonight?” I had no idea what was going on. Found out I was on Harry Hines Ave, which in Dallas a few years ago was a street renowned for its prostitution. Talking to a family member a while later who frequented said street, I learned I was throwing out all the right signals(Window rolled down, radio, cigarette). Harry Hines stoplights were the teller window of the hooker world. Relative said it was always funny on a busy night when demand outstripped supply, you would have large group of single guys stopped at a light, all glancing around while trying to still look normal.
Another time I was filling up at about 2AM Sunday night(Monday morning). My restaurant was a few blocks out of prostitution territory, but supposedly Sundays are always slow in that industry. I was at a gas station, putting gas in my car, so when a woman pulled up and asked me a question, what I heard was “Do you want some gas?” Not to ruin the story, but that’s not what she asked me. I was extremely confused at this point. Why is this person asking me if I want gas? Is she trying to run the station out of business by preemptively selling cheaper gas to anyone trying to fill up? Where did she keep all this gas anyway? I can only imaging the look on my face. After a few seconds I asked “What?” in an absolutely dumbfounded tone of voice. Frustrated about my lack of understanding, she restated her previous question louder, in a much less ambiguous way, not using any words that rhyme with gas. From then on we called it the ass station.
Later I learned that the station’s car wash was used as a private place for rendering previously mentioned services. Yes, a car wash. Now I view all squeaky clean cars with suspicion.
I have had a number of things yelled at me from a car window, everything from “Run fatass!” to “Show me your tits!” The weirdest one though was when I was walking by this van and the guy in the passenger seat knocked on the window to get my attention. I looked at him and he started making kissy faces and licking the window in my general direction. Tall about gross!
I have never understood the logic. Are there really some guys who think if they honk at a girl or yell crude things at her then she’s going to get turned on and get in a car with a total stranger? Is that really the best they can come up with? Are they really that stupid?
Then again, when I was in high school, we’d sometimes cruise around and if we saw a couple walking along, shout “Don’t kiss her, she blew me!” Ah, to be young, dumb, bored out of your mind in a small town on Saturday night, and comedically gifted.
OK, what is GIS? I know most internet acronyms, but if you’re going to use an obscure one, could you please explain it?
Cite?
You know most, yet you missed Google Image Search?
chochrane’s question was already answered.
Come on, we said “Don’t kiss her, she blew me!” That’s pure comedy gold.
Especially if you’re young, dumb, and bored out of your mind in a small town on Saturday night.
I’ve gotten the usual slew all my life and can’t remember most of them, but the real gem happened to a friend of mine. She was walking down the street eating a sandwich, and some guy cruised by and shouted, “I’ll give you something to put in your mouth, you little whore!” When she told our friends about it, it struck us as so bizarrely over-the-top that we immediately made it our new running gag.
“Knock-knock.”
“Who’s there?”
“I’ll give you something to put in your mouth, you little whore!”
As with other women in this thread, men have been shouting at me from passing cars since I hit puberty. Not on a daily basis or anything, but it happens a few times a year. It’s usually not actual words though, just whooping or animal noises.
When it’s words it’s usually of the “YEAH BABY!” variety. I’ve gotten “BITCH!” a few times. I can’t find the thread now, but I learned from a poster here (describing guys he knew in college) that this is supposed to be some sort of come on, like “Oh you sexy bitch!” or something. It made more sense when I thought they were just trying to be offensive (or that my reputation had proceeded me 
).
Reading this, it seems women yelling things at guys from cars are always nicer and a lot more likely to be successful. My only instances:
In college late at night standing on a street corner kissing a girl I’d just met at a party, a group of guys drive by and yell, “Pork her!”. This, of course, ended any chance of actually consummating our deep and meaningful relationship.
Senior year at the same college, I was walking down the street and a car full of probable woman alumni, maybe shy of 30, yelled out something very gratifying about me physically, but did not stop. Yes, I would have climbed in the car with them, and let them perform their suggested act, but alas, it was not to be. I presumed it was a bet or dare.
Once, I stopped to tie my shoe while running. While bent over, a pretty, of age girl in a car full of guys complimented my buttocks. I think she was actually my neighbor’s grandkid, put up to it by her youngest uncle, but I’ll never know.
Another time while running, a couple pulled over and told me I had a beautiful dog. They were right. A few times woman also shouted something out along those lines as we ran together. She was a leggy boxer and looked like a small horse when running. I always said she got more wolf whistles than I did.
I do understand why women are frightened of the guys who yell. There was a poor girl in this town who was shot in the face by a guy parked next to her who was, uh, shouting “compliments”. He thought she was laughing at him. Instead, she was laughing with her friends, none of whom heard him because their windows were up and the stereo was on.
Oh, I forgot the ever pleasant guys yelling at things while I was biking. You know, things like, “Get off the road ASSHOLE!!!”