I have tits, did you know?

I was walking the 30 minutes from my workplace to my apartment, when I finally got tired of getting yelled at by passing cars; just the usual: "I love you" or the evergreen (Honk honk) "Hey BAby..." except it had happened five times in the last ten minutes. I called my husband, thinking, at least I'll have something to do with my hands while feeling stupid, I'm tired of having my walk in the sunshine ruined, I want to talk to someone who not only actually does love me, as opposed to just yelling it from a passing car before he's even met me, but also realizes I am a person, and I am beginning to feel unsafe and on edge.

"Hi, how are you?"
"What do you want?" (Yes, this is his little joke. So funny.)
"I've been honked at five times on the way home from work and I thought perhaps if they saw I was talking to someone they'd leave me alone."
"hey, .... TITS!!!!!!!....." says a passing car.
"What was that?"
"Someone telling me I have tits."
"Oh."
"Nice."
"Yep."
"Yep."