Well, this is a first. I got felt up at a bus stop.
So I was never too fond of taking the bus not because it's a sucky way to get around or anything, but because of the people I run into on it. This isn't so much a bus story as a bus stop story, but I think it should be mentioned.
So, the other day I got stuck at home without a car. This really sucked because I had to run to the school for a second, so I ended up needing to take the bus. To set the scene a little I'm not dressed the fanciest, I was in a large t-shirt and baggy sweats with a baseball hat, hair I hadn't brushed yet, and converse. I didn't really think this was really the sexiest outfit I could wear but apparently I was wrong. I had my bus kit with me, an ipod to block people out and a worn copy of Twilight that I would pretend to read so people would leave me alone. I figured it wouldn't be that bad a bus ride.
However, I was actually pretty tired so I was kind of nodding off. I didn't think I was too out of it, but then I didn't even notice this guy sit down next to me. The guy was typical average guy, kinda balding and wearing a t-shirt and jacket (the exact details of his appearance have faded). So while I didn't really see the guy sit down, I did notice when he put his hand on my leg. I don't mean casually brushed my leg or something like that, I mean his hand was on my leg, with a purpose. He even rubbed my leg a bit, which still makes me grimace.
Needless to say, I think everyone in a five mile radius probably heard my yell, and cursing, as I confronted the guy. He denied he even touched me, then claimed it was my fault (wtf), and then ran off when I let him know he wasn't getting anywhere with me and I was two seconds away from sticking twilight where the sun don't shine. He gave me the stink eye as he was walking off and I yelled assorted curses at him in Japanese (I love being kinda bilingual!). I didn't see him again after that, but I told the bus driver about him (I didn't know what to do really but I consider this guy a real menace) and he said he'd keep an eye out but there wasn't much he could do. I thought about calling the cops or something but it was just mostly the leg-touch, and I figured police intervention would be a bit extreme. I let the pervert know he couldn't do that, so maybe that's enough to make him wary of pulling this with other people.
In what world is laying your hands on someone without their permission okay?
So I was never too fond of taking the bus not because it's a sucky way to get around or anything, but because of the people I run into on it. This isn't so much a bus story as a bus stop story, but I think it should be mentioned.
So, the other day I got stuck at home without a car. This really sucked because I had to run to the school for a second, so I ended up needing to take the bus. To set the scene a little I'm not dressed the fanciest, I was in a large t-shirt and baggy sweats with a baseball hat, hair I hadn't brushed yet, and converse. I didn't really think this was really the sexiest outfit I could wear but apparently I was wrong. I had my bus kit with me, an ipod to block people out and a worn copy of Twilight that I would pretend to read so people would leave me alone. I figured it wouldn't be that bad a bus ride.
However, I was actually pretty tired so I was kind of nodding off. I didn't think I was too out of it, but then I didn't even notice this guy sit down next to me. The guy was typical average guy, kinda balding and wearing a t-shirt and jacket (the exact details of his appearance have faded). So while I didn't really see the guy sit down, I did notice when he put his hand on my leg. I don't mean casually brushed my leg or something like that, I mean his hand was on my leg, with a purpose. He even rubbed my leg a bit, which still makes me grimace.
Needless to say, I think everyone in a five mile radius probably heard my yell, and cursing, as I confronted the guy. He denied he even touched me, then claimed it was my fault (wtf), and then ran off when I let him know he wasn't getting anywhere with me and I was two seconds away from sticking twilight where the sun don't shine. He gave me the stink eye as he was walking off and I yelled assorted curses at him in Japanese (I love being kinda bilingual!). I didn't see him again after that, but I told the bus driver about him (I didn't know what to do really but I consider this guy a real menace) and he said he'd keep an eye out but there wasn't much he could do. I thought about calling the cops or something but it was just mostly the leg-touch, and I figured police intervention would be a bit extreme. I let the pervert know he couldn't do that, so maybe that's enough to make him wary of pulling this with other people.
In what world is laying your hands on someone without their permission okay?
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