To the guy who sat across the aisle from me on the TTC this morning:
I don't know you. I certainly didn't need to know the answer to the question, Which way do you dress?
Update (12.36): Good grief! Do I need to draw you people a picture?
I sat directly across from a man who sat with his legs spread wide apart. His hands were lifted up, holding a book. There was a very obvious bulge, showing all the world exactly what he had to offer, how much of it he had, what shape it was, and where it was found. None of which I needed to know.
It was the male equivalent of this, which is just too much information for seven in the morning on public transit.