Once, for the last fifteen minutes of my lunch break, I decided to stroll through Washington Square Park. As I was heading for the exit in the direction of 8th Street, I noticed a woman walking towards me. She looked very nicely put together - flip flops, jeans, tank top, handbag, the stylish sunglasses, the hair pulled back in a neat pony tail (credit my girlfriend for me noticing crap like that). She looked like she could've been from a Middle Eastern country, Saudi Arabia or Israel or somewhere thereabouts where people have that specific shade of eggshell skin tone...

But the thing that made this a Guy Moment would be embarrassing to admit, if it wasn't both amusing and fascinating as well.

It wasn't until after I noticed she had D-cup breasts that I realized that her left arm was missing from the elbow down.