This didn’t happen on a street, but it was in a very public place.
It was a few days before Halloween.
Me and my family went to Six Flags for the fright fest. I had just gotten off a roller-coaster with my mom but had gotten separated from her.
I’m 20 years old and was fine with that, being that I had my cell phone and all.
As I was walking a man who I didn’t know got very close and bumped into me. You’re probably thinking that it was crowded in that one area, but it wasn’t.
There were people sitting on some benches off to the side. Me and him were the only ones walking in that area. And don’t think that it was an innocent bump either. He almost knocked me over.
I didn’t quite like where his hand had gone either. He wasn’t able to grope me, but he got pretty dang close. I was confused at first. Maybe it was an accident.
I stopped, thinking this guy would say sorry. He didn’t. Then I realized what he had been trying to do. I turned around “What?!” I asked. I was pissed.
I had been touched once before and didn’t know what to do then (I was young, and the guy was a boy. A perv nonetheless). Not this time.
He half turned, a look of stupid gratification mixed with self-righteousness on his face. There was no apology there.
“What the f*ck!” I yelled. I don’t like to stand up for myself, but everyone has a line that cannot be crossed.
I never swear in public and doing that in Six Flags can get you kicked out.
I was shaking when I walked away. I found my mom and told her what happened. She was angry at what he did and wanted to go back and find him. I said no.
I kinda wish I had gotten that moron in trouble, but hey, others saw what happened. As much as I hate swearing I felt proud of myself. One more as*hole in the world told off.
– Anonymous
Location: Six Flags Great America, Chicago
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