I don't often encounter whistlers in public, unless I'm on a Greyhound bus of course. (Because everyone seems to feel the need to be as noisy as humanly possible while on a cramped bus) There was this one guy in my high school who was always whistling, though, and I came to dread the sound because he had a tendency to start aggressively massaging your neck and back immediately upon greeting you. He did this to everyone constantly. We just accepted it.
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