I was walking past a gas station with Lesley in Brooklyn trying not to make eye contact with a man sitting in an awkwardly parked van when I heard someone say something to my left.

By instinct, I turned around only to see a man pumping gas before realizing he had said, “That’s sexy.”

Of course when I turned around, he must have thought I thought he was talking about me, so he made sure to tell me, “Not you. The other one. She’s got a bigger chest.”

Which is true. By far. You heard it here first.