“At least I cost him a soda.”
This morning on my way to work, at Logan Circle, which is already a touch and
go circle where cars just cut across the bike lane without looking, some
guy on the curb makes grabby hands at me and makes a slurping
sound.
I. have. had. it.
I turned around and chased him up the street and I said “excuse me. Did you
have something to say to me?”
He smirks and says “I was just drinking my soda.”
I smacked it our of his hands and said “well quit it, because a lot
of people find that offensive.”
He was like “little girl, you better watch youself.”
I said “why? because you’re going to hit me? I could take your skinny ass
down like a bag of flour, you smarmy piece of . I EVER see you harass
anyone else and you lose an eyeball, I’m not kidding.”
Then he kept making like he was going to hit me, so I stood there arms out
and said, “cool, you totally get the first punch, let’s go.”
He says “turn around.”
Seriously. I was like “you’re too wussy to hit me when I can hit back? I
figured. You’re lucky I am late for work.”
And I got on my bike and left. At least I cost him a soda.
Submitted by AtMyStreetHarassmentBreakingPoint on 5/21/2010
Location: Thomas Circle
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