Had a really nice meeting today, close to home. It’s a lovely day outside so I took a little walk back home.
I won’t be doing that again.
While I was enjoying the sunshine on my face, and trundling along in my relatively-safe-during-the-day suburb, and as I passed A SCHOOL…
a man stopped his car, squealing his brakes, which led me to turn around. And he yelled:
“Hey bitch, I want to touch you!”.
I ran. Now, you know I don’t run, but I ran like a lion was champing at my bum.
I’ve calmed down now, but…I want to know three things:
1. What gives some random twerp the right to speak to me like that?
2. What kind of a person does that? (and how can I make sure nobody like this ever comes near my daughter?)
3. I managed to remember half his numberplate, and I would’ve remembered all of it if I hadn’t been so hellbent on running to the GTFO of there. What use would it have been anyway?
I know, sadly, the answers to the questions above. I’ve spent too long in this world already to know that a woman is – in this society – just a piece of eyecandy for many people.
By the way, that oke, was en route to fetch someone from the school I was walking past.
That oke, is someone’s dad. Probably someone’s husband.
Out of this whole situation, that’s what makes me feel the most ill.