I walked to the bookstore in the center of town tonight, starting out a little after eight.

A: I shouldn’t have gone alone.
J: Why?
A: Not this time of night. It was getting darker and darker, and there are all those buildings and little side-streets, it got a little scary. Catcalls from cars and stuff.
J: WHAT?!
A: Just whistling and catcalls. It’s not usually so bad, but I was alone, and it was getting dark.
A:. . . Why are you so astonished? (? ? ?)

Not that I enjoy that kind of attention, because I really don’t, it’s creepy. But my husband, of all people, should think there’s something to pay attention to! (=T) <– (that’s a wry face)