Overnight Greyhound


It was 2 a.m. and I was fast asleep on the Greyhound, en route to a wedding in Canada. I woke up to someone rubbing my right side and the side of my breast. It was pitch black and I could only barely see the outline of a man’s hand reaching between the seats. I thought it must be a mistake – maybe he was doing it in his sleep – so I put my red jacket on top of his hand and slid closer to the window. He didn’t skip a beat and started burrowing his way through the jacket back to me. I freaked out, sat up straight, and threw the seat into the upright position as quickly as I could, slamming his hand hard between the seats.

After he got off the bus I stuck one of our new stickers on the seat in front of me (pictured). Keep your hands to yourself next time dude, cause THIS GIRL HOLLA’S BACK!

6 responses to “Overnight Greyhound

  1. I’d love to see a picture of this dude. Did you get one?

    It would be awesome to send the picture to greyhound and ask them to post it along the route, so other women can avoid sitting near him.

  2. ha! That’s the best idea I’ve ever heard. Too bad there’s no pic. Maybe just draw a picture of his nasty pervert hand….

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