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While entering a Rite Aid with my mom to pick up medication a guy stood in the middle of the aisle cross section and stared at me while chomping on chips. I went down an aisle to avoid him and when I glanced over my shoulders low and behold he was behind us trying to get another view of me. My mom and I continued down the aisle and she approached the pharmacy counter. I silently paced and glanced over my shoulder a few times to see if he was around. A few minutes later my mom came back over to me and I held my phone up, within the surface reflection I saw the same guy staring dead at me and still chomping on potato chips. I then hurried out of the store.
A friend and I were walking to dinner when we encountered three high school age boys on the sidewalk. They started catcalling us and became more verbally hostile after we ignored their comments. I was concerned they would start following us but they didn’t.
I was walking back from the coffee shop with a group of coworkers and a man probably three times my size yelled at me, saying while laughing “Somebody looks like they’re well fed.” I said “that’s SO unnecessary.” He kept laughing as he walked away.
MY body is not yours to comment on, to shame, or to laugh at.
Yesterday, a car honked at me. Then I made eye contact with a man walking towards me. “He was checking you out. Hey girl. Hey. Mmmm.'” I ignored him and kept walking.
I was walking down the alley to my house after work (~6pm) two days ago. As I entered the alley, I saw a guy getting into a truck. He had a hard time closing the driver side door. I was walking past as it closed. He drove up alongside me, blocking my path. He called at the window. Not entirely sure what- that detail is always blurry. It went on for about 20 seconds before he put the truck in reverse and watched me walk on. I tried to get a photo as he passed. I wish I wasn’t scared to do more.
While browsing an aisle at the grocery store earlier this morning I saw within the corner of my eye an older man (60s at least) slow down while passing the aisle with his cart. At first I thought he would come into the aisle but he didn’t and leered at me until I turned the opposite direction.
While my mom was checking out the groceries, I, as usual went to sit near the entrance door. After a few minutes I saw the same older man leave the other entrance door across from me. He slowed his pace down and stared at me for atleast 40 seconds. Then he abandoned his cart and approached me, seconds after my mom left the cart near me and went to pick something else up in the grocery store. He asked either “Do you need a ride ?” or “Do you need help ?” (I had earplugs in so I wasn’t quite sure). I just shook my head and he strolled back over to his cart, then continued to stare hard at me until he reached his car which was a few feet away.
This creep put his business card in my bag. I didn’t notice him doing it. He wouldn’t leave me alone and wouldn’t stop begging me for my phone number. When I looked into my bag the card said he was a Pittsburgh gigalo named Mike. He was white, wearing sweatpants, about 5’10 and very unattractive. It had a phone number but I immediately discarded the slimeball’s card.
I was running down East Carson Street, and as I passed either 7th or 8th Street a car was sitting there waiting to turn. I ran behind him to avoid his path, and he rolled down his window and started screaming “YO, GET IN MY CAR!” in an extremely threatening way, not at all in a normal catcall-manner, and began laying on his horn for a good 10 seconds. I was so shocked by his tone that I thought maybe this other woman near the intersection was his girlfriend and they had been fighting.
To make a long story short, he kept making loops around the block, getting back onto East Carson, slowing down when he was near me and staring with his window down. He eventually sped up out of nowhere and partially turned onto Terminal Way or Third Street, cutting off my sidewalk route with his car. He had his car window down (it was about 15 degrees out at the time) and made eye contact with me as he blocked my way. I sprinted the fuck away, hid in Domino’s Pizza for a bit, and then talked to the police.