I'd very much like to go back to this afternoon... and have a huge Klingon at my disposal.
The thing is, as I was waiting for my bus, reading a book in a "foreign" language and generally minding my own business, a bloke in his fifties started talking to me in what I thought was Russian.
Not understanding him and not wanting to talk to him, I ignored him.
He kept bugging me, invaded my space to check what I was reading.
It turns out that he was a Romanian coming from Sicily (like I fucking cared).
He wanted to know my age (keep dreaming, Cupcake), where I was born... Good thing he spotted my wedding ring, but that miserable wanker just had to take one glove off to touch my hair (who fucking died and made him king?).
I was so shocked that I froze.
Because I'm 5'2".
Because he was much stronger than I.
Because I needed to catch that bus and simply couldn't walk away.
Because we were a foot from a busy boulevard and I didn't fancy ending up under a taxi or a bus in case he got angry and decided that pushing me could be fun.
Because I knew that I'd be the one in trouble if I slapped him (or even just his hand).
And this is when I want a TARDIS and a Klingon. The TARDIS to go back to that moment in time, the Klingon to lend me his bat'leth and have a quieting presence by my side.
I know that we have swell, rad, and lovely allies amongst the XY community, but no bloke will ever understand that kind of panic us, women, experience on the street when some entitled plonker ignores our signals and goes on with his own agenda.
The next plonker I meet, for there will be another one... I might yell a bit, just to let some steam off.
2 comments:
hate being the nutter magnet on the bus, friends used to get different buses to avid being on the bus with me. pity how we are still un-empowered and over powered by men who feel entitled to paw us or just fill our space! as son as I find a tardis you are the first one to get a use!
It's so kind to offer to lend me your future TARDIS! *hugs*
That deplorable biped really made me angry, and the next idiot is going to pay for both offences (not fair, but I don't care).
I'd take the bus with you... but let me point out that I regularly end up being delayed (unexpected traffic jam, unannounced demonstration, accident, vehicle issue, detour... you name it, it will happen to me every other trip - always, on trains and buses). ô.O It's soooo weird that I started a kind of journal, but there were just too many oddities to note down.
To go back to the demented XYs, in what sorry barn were they raised?
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