My story today did not happen on the street, but at work. I was getting ready to get out of the elevator when the elevator door opened and in stepped a man. He immediately began to ask how my day was, and I noticed that his eyes were constantly glancing up and down my body. As I walked out of the elevator, I heard the man whisper “wow”.
I turned around to catch him sticking his head out of the window almost cartoon-like, staring at my butt. He mumbled a quick “sorry” and the door closed, but it is not enough. I’m so mad about this. I can’t be safe from anyone’s nasty thoughts in even the most secluded, quiet workplace. I’m furious and feel disgusted.
Location: Danvers, MA