When its suddenly the early 1970s, or maybe the 1950s, again on the elevator.

I parked in the bank parking lot, as the city was still resurfacing our lot.  As I rounded the corner to our building, I saw the very petite Asian woman who works for the accountants (she may be an accountant) coming down the sidewalk, about a block away.*

She's very nice.  I don't know her other than to recognize her, but she's very friendly. She's usually very well-dressed.

She's also well-dressed in a way that you don't see much in the US much anymore, at least round here.  She favors, for example, very high heels, which may in part be because she is very short.  But she has a certain look.

A man was entering the building at the same time.  He was clearly looking up the street.  I came in the building just after him.  She was too far away to  hold the elevator, and I went ahead and go on.

Then came the comment.

This occurred long enough ago now, that I can't quite recall what he said.** But it was something in the nature of a wolf whistle in a sentence.

It took me off guard.

You don't hear stuff like this anymore.  Men don't say stuff like "she sure fills out that dress nicely" or "look at the gams on that one" and the like anymore, and they really shouldn't.  It was so out of context I think my reaction was something like "um. . . "

The reply from the elevator rider was "I'm married, but you have to look, am I right?"

Um. . . .

I don't know if you have to look, but commenting?  It was like being transported back to the 1970s, and like most things from the 70s, not really in a good way.

Footnotes:

*When I say Asian, I mean it. She's from someplace in Asia and has a fairly thick accent.  I don't know where she's from as I've never asked.

**This post was started in July.