Hometown Memories: The Pervert On The Bus

My adolescent years consisted mostly of good times. A few bad. And the occasional downright creepy. And one of those creepy moments happened on a city bus that my mother and I boarded on our way to wherever it is we were going so many years ago. The bus was very crowded that day, and we were packed in like sardines in a can. This is pretty typical in a big city, especially during rush hour.

Right behind me there stood a man reaching over to hold onto the same pole I was. Whenever the bus stopped abruptly, he�d bump into me, and when new passengers boarded, he�d lean in closer. At first, I didn't think anything of it; there was hardly any breathing room, after all, and I figured he was just making room for people to get by.

But I was wrong.

I boarded a bus on this corner countless times.

His breathing grew heavy at one point, and the next time he bumped me, he moaned in my ear and rubbed up against me. Shocked, disgusted and outraged, I did what my teenage self thought was the best thing to do:

I stomped the high heel I was wearing right down on his foot with furious force and ground it in...back and forth...back and forth. End of moaning, heavy breathing and inappropriate rubbing. He let out a whimper of pain and quietly slithered away.

High heels make for great self defense weapons. Which this creep learned that day.

Has anything like this ever happened to you?

If a creepy guy rubs up against you, stomp on his instep to cause maximum pain.