I’m used to getting catcalls on the street.
I’m sorry, that was a typo. I meant to write, I used to get catcalls on the street.
These days, if I hear someone yell something lewd or make a kissy sound, I roll my eyes like I always did, then realize that’s presumptuous and do the 16 Candles “Molly Ringwald reacting to Jake Ryan leaning against the car in front of the church” move: look around behind me, then back to camera, then point to self, then mouth “who, me?” I don’t really do that, it’s just what happens in my head. And no, there’s no camera.
Today, though, I didn’t have to check around for younger, hotter object of harassment.
I knew this one was for me.
During a rare moment when the block in front of Citarella was empty of people, I did a loud sniff sniff sniff, then wiped my nose. Yes, with my hand. I didn’t have a tissue.
Then I heard it. Sniff sniff sniff.
Like my nose had an echo.
Heard it again. Sniff sniff sniff. Followed by kissy sound.
I turned around, and a guy standing behind a truck nodded. Yeah, you. And he did it again. Sniff sniff sniff. And wiped his nose, and then made a kissy face. With his eyes closed, like he really meant it.
I guess this is the new version of when I’d jog, and guys would run a few steps along side me, with their hands cupped in front of their chests to mime “bouncing boobs.”
Just in case it wasn’t clear, the guy was copying my snot-sniffing as a form of sexual harassment.
At least, I’ll choose to see it as sexual. You take what you can get.
I don’t know what you can say to this. “That happened to me, too”?
Ever enjoy some weird-ass harassment on the street? Or elsewhere?
Do you sniffle on the street when no one’s around?
Do you burp real loud when you’re wearing headphones and forget that people can hear you? (I don’t, it’s just a thought starter.)
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