Long before anyone ever heard of Marilyn Monroe, I had a similar experience — but not on a grate. When I walked to work years ago, my route took me past a volunteer fire department. In the summer the firefighters all sat in front of the building waiting for a call. As I was walking by in a full skirt that was light and feathery (made of handkerchief linen), a gentle breeze took it up and over my head. But in those days, we wore slips, so all was well — and not so much as a snicker was heard from the waiting firefighters. Ah, chivalry.