In the summer of 1995, I went to Boston for a week to visit my friend Wendy. It was the middle of an insane heat wave, and I was lucky to be out of Chicago, because that was the heat wave that ultimately killed more than 700 people in Chicago.
At any rate, I was in Boston, and it was hot. I had (still have, actually) this little spaghetti-strap dress that says "easy" on it, and I was wearing that. I was going somewhere on the T, and all of the seats were filled, so I was holding on to the overhead bar. At any rate, when we reached my stop, the man who was sitting directly below where I had been standing said, in the world's thickest Boston accent ever, "Hey -- nice aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahmpits!"
It still cracks me up just thinking about it.