A few Mondays ago, just after work, my partner and I were driving home from grocery shopping at College Square. We were stopped at the lights by the McDonald’s. I looked out the window and saw a man in flimsy athletic shorts standing on the corner, fondling his genitals and leering at me. I was so shocked and grossed out I could only glare at him in disbelief, like, seriously?
I thought of a million snappy retorts five minutes later, but it was too late. Plus, our kids were in the backseat, both girls, and I just didn’t feel like having that conversation then. Sigh.