I smile when I’m embarrassed. It’s like laughing when your tickled, it’s not *funny*, it’s just a reaction.
I was stopped at a stoplight, eating some fries from the drive through with the windows down, and a car of three men pulled up along side me. “Hey baby! Didya buy me some? Would you like me to buy you some more?”
The embarrassed smile shows up and my face burns. I don’t respond and face forward.
“C’mon baby, let’s go back for more!”
I feel like my smile is giving him permission to continue, and I can’t reach the passenger side crank to roll up the window (yeah, old school).
Longest red light ever. I was a block from the laundromat I was going to, and I felt the need to make sure my car wasn’t very visible from the main road, in case they decided to stop if they saw it.
I felt ashamed that all I did was smile and blush. I couldn’t help myself, but it seems like consent to them.
– Anonymous
Location: Appleton, WI
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