Afraid to Go to the Gas Station
I go to the gas station and as I’m waiting in line, I feel someone touching me from behind. I literally inched against the wall and forced myself to think it might have been an accident- until this guy slid his finger between my ass cheeks. I wheeled around and he asked me for a lighter. I’ve never cursed so much. His response? “Fuck you, man.” He walked away. I looked at the cashier, eyes wide, but he looked more bewildered than I did. I jumped into my car, locked the doors and sat there with my heart pounding.
I shouldn’t have to fear going to a gas station, shouldn’t have to feel so incredibly helpless and exposed, shouldn’t have to deal with being groped to buy a Coke.