The good thing is that when you keep seeing a teenaged kid on a bicycle on the sidewalk on Chenery Street, riding slowly but with a great deal of conspicuous panting and managing to pass you three times within two minutes, you're already pretty sure he's a creepy fucker. By the time he crosses the street after you to ride on the other sidewalk and pass you again, you're practicing ways in which to tell him to get the fuck off of your sidewalk. Best of all, when he rides up past you for what will turn out to be the last time and tries to grab your ass on the way, you're already prepared to block him with one arm while swinging your lunch bag at him with the other and yelling, loudly enough for the whole street to hear, "What the fuck are you doing? Get away from me!"
Unfortunately, the tangible radiating hostility doesn't actually form an impenetrable barrier preventing the creep from trying at all, which would be the ideal situation. Note to Dianna: invest in some pepper spray and next time, give the little fuck what he deserves before he grows up to be an actual rapist.
Isn't it time for school to start yet?
Posted by dianna at August 1, 2005 01:19 PM