Just another "gentleman"

It was late evening, my mom was in town visiting, and she and I were walking home after a long day. As we passed the bar on the corner, a middle-aged man emerged to smoke a cigarette and said, “Good evening ladies.” I thought to myself, “that’s awfully cordial,” and we replied, “Good evening.” Sure enough, the second we passed him, he says to our backs – because the bastards can never say it to your face – “and what lovely ladies you are. Mmm, mmm, mmm.” Savoring us as if our appearance was a baked good. Three steps later, my mom said, “it just makes you wish you never even said anything.” Yeah, Mom, it makes me wish a lot of things. - Hilary