In the summer of 1993, I spent half a summer in Eastern Europe. The other women I was traveling with noticed (as did I) that in broad daylight, various drunk men would simply walk up to us and grope us. Needless to say, it was very disconcerting. I decided that the next time it happened, I would do something strong like shove the guy away from me to let him know that his groping wasn't appreciated.
The morning after I made that decision, I was in a lovely bank with marble columns--the last place you'd expect any trouble--changing money. As I was signing on the transaction, I saw a stranger approaching out of the corner of my eye. I felt a tap, tap, tap on the side of my boob. Immediately, I went into denial. "Surely this isn't happening." But a few seconds later, I felt the tap, tap, tap again. So I turned to the strange man, shoved him away from me and like a polite Texan girl said, "Stop it, please!" In broken English, the man politely responded, "I am very sorry." I got a good look at him for the first time and noticed that he had a long silver cane in his hand. He was blind and just feeling his way along! My boob just got in the way! I then started apologizing and the poor man walked away.
I didn't know if I should laugh or cry. I think I did a little of both.
The morning after I made that decision, I was in a lovely bank with marble columns--the last place you'd expect any trouble--changing money. As I was signing on the transaction, I saw a stranger approaching out of the corner of my eye. I felt a tap, tap, tap on the side of my boob. Immediately, I went into denial. "Surely this isn't happening." But a few seconds later, I felt the tap, tap, tap again. So I turned to the strange man, shoved him away from me and like a polite Texan girl said, "Stop it, please!" In broken English, the man politely responded, "I am very sorry." I got a good look at him for the first time and noticed that he had a long silver cane in his hand. He was blind and just feeling his way along! My boob just got in the way! I then started apologizing and the poor man walked away.
I didn't know if I should laugh or cry. I think I did a little of both.
That IS a funny story. Sometimes, a little grope happens.
ReplyDeleteOh dear. How unfortunate!
ReplyDeleteLOL!
ReplyDeleteHaaaaa
ReplyDeleteTell your boob to stay out of the way of blind men! Shame on that boob! (Maybe the cane was a disguise, so he could tap women's boobs...you think?)
ReplyDeleteThank you for your nice comment on my blog today. The family member is my brother's Father-in-law, which means that poor Richard and Kathy have both lost a parent this year. Very sad. :( With my mom, it was my experience, and she was very public about it as well, so I felt find writing about it. With Kathy's dad, I don't think it's appropriate. He was a very good man, very kind. I will miss him.
That's a funny story!
ReplyDeletePoor blind man! (I bet he could tell by feel it was a boob) :)
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