While I was stopped at an intersection, a tall man in a goatee and dark glasses, wearing a slick button-down dress-shirt, turned to me and grinned and said, "Hey sexy!" just as the light changed.
While I was at the concert, walking back into the crowd from the concession line, I walked past a muscular asian guy in a black t-shirt, with crew-cut hair. He said "Mmm-mm" at me as I passed, like he had just bitten into a particularly good sandwich. (At the time, he was not eating a sandwich.)
This is what I get for wearing my lucky striped shirt, I guess.