Windy days and short skirts.

Seeing the wind outside today reminded me of this story from my youth. When I was at University I was walking one morning to classes with a friend. The weather was fine and sunny but quite windy. We were both wearing short mini dresses and boots which was the height of fashion at the time. On the way we went past a building sight where the men had just started work and collected some wolf whistles from them.
Unfortunately for us at that moment - to our everlasting embarrassment - a mischievous gust of wind blew our dresses right up causing us to squeal as we fought to maintain our modesty. This caused a huge cheer from the men on the building sight as we scuttled round the corner with bright red faces and as much dignity as we could muster. We had a giggle, straightened our dresses and walked on, conscious we had at least brightened the lives of the workmen that morning! We could guess there would be a few tales told in the pub that night!
Of course today, we might have taken out a lawsuit for harassment or something. But in those days it was just a bit of fun