This isn’t close to the most offensive thing I’ve heard in the street in this neighborhood, but I was still plenty pissed. I was walking home from a friend’s (a note: I was wearing a lumpy brown sweater covering a shirt in which I was storing my wallet and such in the pockets–I actually looked like a sack of potatoes) and a guy in the passenger side of a delivery truck outside the liquor store yelled, “excuse me miss!” I turned around, and he said, “you dropped something.” I had three items in my pockets, which I checked to make sure were still there. They were. “What did I drop?” I yelled from a distance of about ten feet. He pointed on the ground right next to the door of the truck.
“It’s right here.”
“What does it look like?”
“It’s right where I’m pointing.”
“I’m sorry, I don’t see anything.”
It was a short curb, and I could see perfectly well there was nothing where he was pointing. I was not raised in a barn–I’ve seen that trick before, and I have no intention of falling for it. I’m definitely not going to get any closer to YOU, buddy. I kept the distance between us and stared at him in the face for about fifteen seconds, not saying anything. He said, “I’m sorry, I thought you dropped something.” I held my look for about ten more seconds, said “okay,” and walked away. I don’t think there was anything more I could have done, as I didn’t want a screaming match with a truck driver on my corner, but, still- come one.
The worst part? The driver of the truck was clearly embarrassed at the passenger’s behavior, but instead of saying anything to his friend, or apologizing to me, he just held his head in his hand and looked out the window.
Submitted by anonymous on 12/6/2010
Location: Hobart & Sherman NW
Time of Harassment: Night (7:30P-12A)
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