There is a construction project going on down the street from my job. Everyday at noon, when my lunch hour rolls around, the construction workers take their lunch hour. One side of the street is closed off due to the construction work being done, so they sit on the other side of the street. Anytime a woman walks by, these slugs feel it necessary to make disgusting noises like “Mmmmm, mmmm”, like they are enjoying a particularly tasty dessert. Then there’s always the ever popular disgusting comments such as “Mmmm. I’d like to tap that”. Let’s not forget the creepy sandwich method. This is when two or more losers move in really close when a woman is walking by so that she is either forced to brush up against these vile, disgusting animals, or twist sideways to avoid them.
Today I decided to try something new. Usually I either ignore them, walk three blocks out of my way to avoid them or tell them to go f themselves. I decided to call my dad thinking that maybe they would leave me alone if I was talking on the phone. Yeah, that might work. Of course it didn’t work, and of course my dad yelled at me that I was overreacting. I had to deal with noises including quacking, (what is that anyway), and space invasion and stupid comments. I had had enough. When I got back to my office I decided to call the number that was on the side of the scaffolding and report these losers. I’m still angry because even if you aren’t physically assaulted, it still feels like a violation, but at least I did something about it rather than just being angry.
Submitted by Tina
I ride the F train regularly. In the morning, there is a man who masturbates to unsuspecting women and girls. He takes advantage of the morning rush hour as well as the numerous nooks and stairwells of the East Broadway train station. I’ve been working up the courage to confront this guy for months and got to the point of staring him down which scares him away from me and I think the train station for a few days. This confirms my theory that his excitement is based on his victims being unaware of what he’s doing.
This morning on my way to work, I see him again. He approaches me (hand in his shorts) as I dig in my handbag for my iPhone. Finally I get it ready and snap his picture just as he’s near me. Unfortunately he ducked behind a stairwell. By the time I get the second shot it’s of his back as he calmly walked away.
Submitted by Jenny