Dear American-Made Wolf Whistler:
Please believe that I do appreciate the novelty of your attention this afternoon. I have been hooted at by wankers of all descriptions, asked impertinent and inappropriate questions, subjected to random and uninvited commentary on my personal appearance, and accosted as all women can (unfortunately) expect to be in this particular culture. Apparently, Walking While A Woman is something that demands offensive masculine display, and many are the men and boys willing and able to engage in the practice.
I can honestly say, however, that in my long years of dealing with various degrees of street harassment and silly Y-chromosome displays, that I have never been whistled at by a truck. Whistled at by dudes in a truck? Sure. By the truck itself? On purpose? With a proper, obvious, whoo-whoo whistle sound? Never. I had no idea that trucks could do such a thing, although the existence of TruckNutz suggests that it was bound to happen sometime. It was absolutely unique.
Well played, hooting wanker. Well played.