My friend and I, both 15, were on the city’s public transit just talking to each other when a man started talking to us. He asked how old we were, where we were from, personal questions he had no right to ask. It was a cold day and we were both wearing thick winter jackets, the only visible skin was our faces and hands. We made it clear that we were uncomfortable, but he kept talking to us even knowing we were minors. He was probably twice our age, or close to it. At the next station we got off the train.
– Anonymous
Location: Calgary, Alberta, Canada
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