As she walked the aisles, MR said in an interview, she sensed a man standing close behind her. She turned to confront him and noticed that he was a good six inches taller than her. He was talking in graphic detail about sexual things he wanted to do to her. “You’re so disgusting, get away from me,” she told him, and hurried off to find her friend.
Still, he stayed close, and for a few tense minutes the two of them locked eyes while she waited in line to pay. When at last he left, she thought that was the end of it – until, back outside in the chill of the winter morning, she felt something cold against the back of her leggings.
The man had ejaculated on her.
“I didn’t know how to react. I wanted to kill this man,” said MR, who was 47 at the time, recalling the horror and helplessness she felt as her friend wiped her off with towels. (The Guardian has verified MR’s identity but is not publishing her full name to protect her privacy.)
Hours later, on the advice of a sister who worked in law enforcement, she fished her soiled leggings out of the garbage and took them back to the store to report what had happened. A clerk listened to her account and, not seeming to realize that MR understood Spanish, shouted to a colleague in a backroom: “Tenemos otra.”
“We’ve got another one.”
You keep replying. Hitting block now. Thxbye
This is the funniest thing I’ve seen in a week. You showed up, took a shit in the yard (this post in a news community), the homeowner came outside of the house (replied to your idiocy) and called you disgusting, so you doubled down, called her a Karen, and blocked her? Holy shit the lack of self awareness, batman! You’re partially right to be fair. There is a Karen here who is very entitled. It isn’t who you think it is though. Please learn to read the room.
O noes, someone on the internet made a dumb joke I didn’t like. Let’s all bitch and cry about it for hours.
Please shut the fuck up, crybaby. You didn’t like not being liked and you let everyone know. You aren’t a victim here so stop acting like it. You’re literally only experiencing the consequences of your own actions. You’re free to make whatever kinds of jokes you want, but there is no need to throw a temper tantrum when people don’t pretend that you have anything of value to offer.
Fucking finally.