Bare Breasts Broach On Brains

Yesterday Fiance and I spent the day at Canada's Wonderland.  For those unaware, it is an awesome amusement park with fabulous roller coaster's in Vaughan, Ontario.  We had a great time, zooming around on various rides and terrifying ourselves silly with a couple others.  Their new ride, the Leviathan, stand 306 feet tall and the first drop, the money drop, is at about an eighty degree angle.  It's wicked.  I recommend it.  At the end of the day we were sitting in the parking lot waiting for my Dad to pick us up (we've been visiting my parents for the last week.  Huzzah for vacation!).  In Ontario, it is legal for a woman to go topfree anywhere a man can.  Thanks to Gwen Jacobs and her pointing out to the courts that men and women's breasts are made of the same material, just one tends, on average, to be bigger than the other, sweltering in your bra and shirt is no longer necessary.  Yay!

How does this relate to anything involving Canada's Wonderland?  As I mentioned, we were sitting, waiting, I decided that I was tired of the sweat stuck between my breasts and the clammy shirt sticking to my back.  So I turned to Fiance and asked if he would take off his shirt as well (moral support is helpful).  He said, sure and so off they came.  Initially this wasn't a big deal, as we were sitting down and my breasts were mostly tucked behind my arms (I was fiddling on my phone).  It wasn't until we stood up to walk to the van that things became an issue.  A few stares, people shuffling away, pointing and giggling and then from behind us,
"Put a shirt on!"  We kept walking, looking for the van.
"PUT A SHIRT ON!"  Fiance turned around.
"I'm too hot!" (this is why I love him)
"Fuck you!!!"
As we approached the exit and headed over to the van, we could see a security guard hurriedly speaking into this walkie-talkie.  We climbed into the van, buckled up and drove off.

Now, I wish I could find the reactions of the people around us funny.  It is somewhat amusing, but honestly, it's mostly sad.  As Fiance and I walked side by side, both of us lacking in shirts, people freaked.  The site of my breasts, anatomically very similar to his, was causing major conniptions.  Throughout the day we had seen many men walking around without shirts on.  We had seen many women walking around in tiny shorts (butt hanging out bottom tiny) and tiny tops.   Some were even walking around with their flies undone, bathing suit bottoms popping out.  Some were in just bathing suit bottoms and tiny tops.  And I mean tiny.  You could see their nipples puckering up underneath the clothe.  I myself spent the day in a yellow ribbed tank top and men's shorts (I've given up on women's shorts).  But the site of me, with my nipples exposed to the sun, a pair of men's shorts slung around my hips, Fiance wearing the same thing beside me (different style of shorts yes) was enough to cause people to start yelling.

Maybe they were just concerned about my nipples burning in the sun.  It was hot.  I'd like to think so.