I took the red line back home to Union Station where my car was parked to drive home for the evening.  I had just finished up a wonderful dinner with some lovely lady friends of mine, who gather to discuss women’s issues in a group called “Feminists Unmodified.”  I was walking under the awning in front of Union Station and a man seated on a ledge with a hat on and a neck gator on pulled up over the bottom of his face started making that sound that many women have heard before: the slimy sound of smooches aimed at your direction followed by a “Hey baby, you want some?”.  I froze in my tracks and thought, “what am I going to do?”

Then, I did something many Holla Back contributors have done but which I personally had never done before in such a situation.  I pulled out my phone and took a picture.  He thought this meant that I wanted to engage with him but I corrected him and said, “No, I have your picture and I’m going to show it to the police,” even though I didn’t know if I could even find police nearby.  He didn’t care; he just laughed.  Now, I was even more determined to find a police office.  Guess what? I found three!