In my late teens I had an interview at Hooters. I'm flat chested for one and by no means fit any standard of "beauty" at Hooters and am so self-conscious that I would be so embarrassed by being cat called. I have no idea why I applied there. That's something I've done that makes me go, "What? Why did I do that!?"
What is something you've done that makes you ask yourself, "Why did I do that!?"
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