We’ll that set the record. In two weeks I have been groped two times. Once by a man, and the second time by a woman.
The first time I was standing in the train on my way home from work. I had my nose buried in a book and noticed that something brushed against me bum. Using public transportation desensitizes you from being jostled and moved as people flow in and out of the train. I ignored the feeling.
Then it happened again, and for a few moments longer than before. Wait a minute, that didn’t feel like a bag brushing against me as someone was going by. I looked up from my reading material and noticed a well dressed older man in his forties standing next to me. He had been brushing the back of his knuckles up against me bum! I gave him a dirty look and quickly scurried over to the other end of the train. Dirty old man!
For my male readers, please don’t do this. You never get away with it. We women are a clever lot and figure out mishandling rather quickly. Remember the rule you learning in kindergarten. Keep your hands to yourself!
The second time I was groped was at the airport. I was flying to attend a friend‘s wedding. I went through the security thinga-ma-jigger and it beeped. I was waved over by a very enthusiastic older security woman to get wanded. Fine, whatever.
The security woman not only waved the wand over me with one hand, she used the other hand to touch me all over the place. Over my breasts, under my breasts, in my pants waistband, down my legs, up my legs, and up my legs, and up my legs to whoa!! What a minute! Lady, I assure you, nothing is hiding there! That was full violation. I grabbed my bags and high-tailed it out of there.
It’s tough being a woman.
