Last night I was coming back from a bar in the west village around 1am, and thought I would take a taxi (to go home to Astoria) instead of the subway to be safer since it was late and I was alone. I should have taken the subway. The whole ride through Manhattan the driver was asking me if I had a boyfriend, what race of guy I prefer, stuff like that. I was thinking “what a fucking pervert” but just ignored him or answered his idiotic questions with one word answers, thinking if I acted not interested at all he would shut up and take me home so I could go to sleep.
Then on the bridge he starts getting deeper, asking questions like“how do you like sex”, “do you like 69”, shit like that. Then I started to think “I am so reporting this sicko once I get home”. Then right after the 59st bridge he drives the car down some random street, PULLS OVER and tells me to come up front to see so he can show me his dick. As exciting as that sounds, I asked him to please just take me home. Then he keeps asking me to come up front, I quickly realized there’s no way this guys taking me home. After I saw my life flash before my eyes, I grabbed my stuff, opened the door (luckily it was open) and ran. He got out of the car, caught up to me and grabbed my stuff saying I still owe him money and to get back in the car. So now we’re basically fighting in the street, I’m yelling at him to give me back my stuff, he’s telling me to get back in the car. I should have just ran and ditched my stuff, but I have a feeling he would have caught up with me anyway, him being in car and me on foot. I saw another cab go by and screamed for him to help me. Thank god he stopped and got out, and asked what the problem was. I told him this guy was trying to rape me, the guy told him I was trying to run away without paying. I was like yeah, like I’m going to get out in the middle of the ghetto nowhere near my house and run away to save $15. Finally I threw $40 at the pervert (so basically I paid way extra for some guy to sexually harass and assault me), he gave me my stuff, and the other dude took me home.
Right after the guy gave me my stuff I looked him the the eye and yelled “You think I’m fucking stupid, I got your medallion number, you just lost your job!” and then for an added effect screamed “xxxx” about 5 times. He drove off. I went home and called 911, told them his #, and said I want to press charges. I’m reporting him to every taxi commission I can find, the cab company, and plan to call the police station every day until they come up with a reason they can go arrest him. There is no way this guy hasn’t done this before, so I’m hoping as long as one other person has reported him he’s fucked. He is still out there as of now (apparently you cant be arrested unless you do actually rape someone) but I will not sleep until this sicko is not out driving a cab.
Submitted by Erin
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Submitted by Heather
I was on my way home after an extremely long day when this creep decides to sit next to me on the train. I’m used to creeps leering at me, but this guy belongs on my top 5 worst. He slowly turns and leers at me, with his face only inches away. I could even feel his disgusting breath on me. After a few moments, he turns around, and I brush the whole thing off. A minute later, the creep leers again. This fucker repeats his leer-and-look-away act several times before my skin was crawling and I moved. He was still on the train when I got off, and luckily for me I had my camera, so I snapped his picture as he stupidly looked on.
Submitted by Cathy
“I’m sorry, I just have to ask: Is that a Brazilian runway strip or natural?”
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Submitted by Elizabeth
During that huge heat wave in early August, I succombed to that bizarre formal shorts fashion trend. I went out in my tweed formal shorts and black pumps. Around 9pm on a Tuesday night, I’m walking east on Astor Pl and a man in an MTA uniform (wearing the ugly uniform shorts) says to me “Hey baby! Who do you think looks better in shorts? Me or you?” At first I just rolled my eyes, and kept walking.
Then I remembered your site, got motivated to shut this fucker up and walked back to him. He greeted me with “oh…well then, you like shorts don’t you?” I noticed the creep had on a ring of sorts and so I said to him. “How about you call your wife with that cell phone sticking out of your pocket and tell her how you feel about my shorts, huh?” He looked all confused and said “What?” I just responded with a “You heard me… And you look terrible in shorts. Maybe this will teach you a lesson.”
He started to mumble something in his defense and I just decided he wasn’t worth my time anymore, so I flipped him off and walked away.
Too bad I forgot to take a picture. His uniform did have some sort of MTA ID number on it after all. But thank you thank you thank you HollaBack NYC for teaching me to defend my body! Maybe my story will inspire some others to do the same.
Submitted by Julie.
Like most unemployed people with art degrees, I have a hobby. This hobby is documenting the dog shit problem in my community: Greenpoint, Brooklyn. I even have a blog about it: www.newyorkshitty.com. Perhaps you have heard of it.
ANYWAY— for reasons you can well imagine, this endeavor requires that I hit the streets (camera and notepad in hand) to follow-up shit tips from readers. And just over a week ago, I did just this. The area in question was Norman Avenue between Guernsey and Banker St. I was not disappointed. In fact, I got a little something extra, which I am sending to you. // <![CDATA[
These four assholes saw fit to stop loading materials onto a\ntruck to wolf-call me. I paused for a moment, pulled out my camera and took a\nphoto of them. Being the crack-journalist that I am, I even made a notation of\nthe address on my notepad: 34\n Norman Avenue. This act worried one of the workers;\nhe peered around the corner as I continued my rounds and yelled something back\nto his cohorts (en Espanol). Maybe one (or all) of them were undocumented,\nmaybe not, who knows?
\nWhat I *do* know is that if I were\nin such a position, I’d keep my mouth (and fly shut)— ESPECIALLY if a\nbroad carrying a notepad and camera was snooping around my place of employment.\nNot very bright.
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These four assholes saw fit to stop loading materials onto a truck to wolf-call me. I paused for a moment, pulled out my camera and took a photo of them. Being the crack-journalist that I am, I even made a notation of the address on my notepad: 34 Norman Avenue. This act worried one of the workers; he peered around the corner as I continued my rounds and yelled something back to his cohorts (en Espanol).
If I were him, I’d keep my mouth (and fly shut)— ESPECIALLY if a broad carrying a notepad and camera was snooping around my place of employment. Not very bright.
Submitted by Miss H
This morning circa 9:50 am, I rode the 4/5 train to 86th St. Leaving 59th St., I saw a creepy guy in the doorway with his dick hanging all the way out! His bag was pulled to the side & he was looking confidentally casual, not like he was even prepared to adjust his bag quickly should he be caught. He had briefly stood opposite me back at Union Sq. & I wondered if he had it out when he was standing right in front of me!!! I calmly got off at 86th St. & easily reached the conductor. I simply pointed through the window to the next car.
“That man was exposing himself to me.” He looked surprised, pointed to him and said “That man?”
He simply walked over to him between the cars, and the asshole was standing there w/his bag positioned in front of him and not even looking nervous. He probably even still had it out, covering it w/the shoulder bag.
The conductor returns with this look on his face that said: “Well, sorry but I don’t see anything unusual…” And then, Mr. Dickhand ran out of the car because the genius conductor had left the doors open the whole time! I went to chase him, but said: “Wait, can you just call upstairs and tell the token booth person?!” And he says…”Well, he just ran off, and there’s nothing I can do since he’s already left the train…”
I never was able to find the slimy weasel again, but saw an NYPD van parked right there. They took my description and phone no., & asked me if I wanted to press charges if they found him. (Hell yeah!) The cops were actually really nice. The female officer actually said: “I’m sorry this happened to you…” The male officer was more aloof but still seemed vaguely concerned. And then they drove off to look for him! I went back downstairs thinking maybe he was somehow still lurking around the station, instead of running to street level. I told the token booth clerk: “A guy was exposing himself to me on the train…I told the police but thought maybe you want a description?”
She said: “Well did they call it in?”
I looked at her blankly because I didn’t see them make any phone calls. Though they did seem on it.
“Well they’re handling it, something, something, blah..”
It was time to tune out and go to work.