Ock-Cay Lock-Bay

Today, as we approached the park, I saw a big fire engine and several, young, virile, sweaty firemens [sic] working on a fire hydrant. As we got closer, I tried to suck in as much belly as possible (fail), fluffed my hair a bit and flashed a big smile. I was invisible. They immediately all gathered around Ms. Anna Banana and started oohhing and aahhing over her.

"Hey there, pretty girl!"
"Aren't you a pretty little lady?!"
"Are you going for a walk? Huh? Are ya? Pretty girl..."

My day has passed, I tell ya. My day has passed.