I'd appreciate it very much if I could live my life in peace. That means that when I'm walking home from work, I'd like to just be able to walk home from work.
So when you feel the strange, unexplained need to shout cat-calls at me? I will flip you off. That's as polite as I'm going to get. Because I'm trying to walk home. It's none of your business. You have my permission to go fuck yourself. ENJOY.
(This letter to assholes is brought to you by the dickwad who shouted, "Hey maamMY!" from what I assume is a friend's car today while I was minding my own fucking business.)