It was around 2 o’clock Easter Monday, and I was standing at a bus stop in Dublin City Center looking at the timetable when a man came up and slammed something against the glass structure of the stop separating us. Glancing up, I realized he was holding a 50 euro note, winking, and nodding with his head for me to come along. It took me a good 5 seconds to realize what he was propositioning.
Too horrified to do anything, I looked around in mute fear when he ran off laughing. I was wearing the (respectable) clothes I had worn to to a family Easter meal. When I got over my shock, I was disgusted with myself when I realized I was insulted he insinuated I was only worth 50 euro. I know I shouldn’t find my value in one pervert, but still. One should not be priced when merely walking down the street, and one certainly shouldn’t be made to feel cheap for standing at a bus stop.
Location: Dublin, Ireland