I was sitting outside with my eleven-year-old daughter. A gold/beige sedan with one overweight, balding driver, a skinny, punk kid passenger and two young women, skulking in the backseat, pull up to the stoplight. The man made a REALLY obscene gesture using two fingers and his tongue to us.
I say, “Seriously? This is my ELEVEN -YEAR-OLD!” They laugh and the driver makes a “call me” sign. I glared at them the entire time they sat at the red light.
I’ve lost my faith in humanity. Something like this happens everyday to me while I’m walking in my town.
– Anonymous
Location: Lexington, KY
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