I was sitting on the T with my friend one Saturday afternoon, minding my own business. At Kenmore these two old guys got on and sat in the seats in front of us. I saw one of them whisper something in the other one's ear and look back at me. I just ignore them. This whispering continues and I hear the words, "... her boobs..." They look back again. When I finally got up for my stop, one of them says to the other, "HERE'S your chance to look at them!!" To this day my friends still say that to me when I wear cleavage showing shirts.