Dear shirtless guy, please put a shirt on. You are in public. You are at ARCO. You are at Safeway. You are walking down Highway 99. And you don't have a shirt on. And you know what's worse? You don't even have one with you. You didn't even bring one when you left your home. You don't even plan on putting one on when you get to where it is that you are headed. You're just going to show up and say, "I'm here, look at my nipples." You son of a bitch. Please, put on a shirt. Thank you so much.—Anonymous