Not exactly a heckle...
I used to drive to work in a village and often gave my workmates lifts.

Sometimes we'd see another workmate, let's call her Clare, walking along the same route, a distance of a few miles. I'd say, let's pick Clare up! but my other passengers would say no, ffs, don't! without explaining why.

One day, Clare finished work at the same time as I did so I innocently offered her a lift home.

She jumped in, wound the window down, and stuck her head out of the car window.

Then it started.

Every time we saw a man, fixing a car or walking or riding a pushbike, she shouted filthy suggestions at him. She propositioned old blokes with dogs, young blokes with pushchairs and youths on mountain bikes, and I nearly sh*t myself when the local beat-bobby pedalled into view - on balance it seemed less dangerous to speed up than let her heckle him too.

During our 15 minute trip home, it seemed that every man for miles was out enjoying the sunshine, only to be asked to get his c*ck out, or be asked if he'd like to suck Clare's - you get the idea.

I dropped her off at home in shocked silence, and next time I saw her walking, I carried on driving.

Mysterious.
(Juan Quar is clinging to her front teeth on, Sun 9 Apr 2006, 19:34, Reply)