Albertsons (Photo credit: Editor B)
English: Inside the Walmart (still branded as Wal-Mart) at West Plains, Missouri. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Warning: What I’m going to write about is not a nice subject, so be forewarned.!!!
This happened about six or seven days ago. I don’t remember how many days it is. I was so angry when it happened, I couldn’t write about it. I had to take a few days to calm myself down. And now, I’m able to write about what happened.
I was standing by Albertsons trying to find some money in my handbag. I was by a side of Albertsons where no one goes. While looking through my bag, a man came along and stood in front of me. I kept looking for my money and finally found it. I looked up to see a man who had a broken leg and was on crutches. I looked at him and he looked at me. He began talking, but I didn’t hear anything he said. I looked at him with no expression on my face. While we looked at each, he took his right arm, reached down to his crotch and began playing with his “privates.” He looked me and smiled a creepy smile. I stood expressionless.
I thought to myself: should I say something? should I keep quiet? should I find something and break his other leg so he won’t be able to walk? Or take my pointy shoe and hit him in his crotch?
The man kept talking and touching himself and I just stood there. It wasn’t that I was afraid to say anything, I just didn’t know what to do.
I decided to turn around and walk away.
This is not the first time this happened to me.
About a year or so ago, this same thing happened.
I was in Wal-Mart standing in one of the aisles looking for something I needed. I saw a man standing by me, but paid no attention to him. But I kept getting a creepy feel, so I automatically turned and saw the man playing with his “privates.” He looked at me and smiled. I gave him a nasty look and called him a pervert, and walked to another aisle. He followed me to the other aisle and kept playing with himself. I again called him a pervert and left the aisle.
About ten minutes later, I was outside the women’s room waiting to go the bathroom. And guess who came along? The pervert. He just stood watching me. Two men came out of the bathroom and he said something to them. They were friends. They all began laughing. One of the other men also began playing with his “privates.” They all kept laughing and seemed to be enjoying themselves. I walked away without saying anything.
But for the following week, everywhere I went, men played with their “privates.” A lot of little boys, too. Little Mexican boys who were doing it in front of their mothers, and their mothers laughed, too.
That means that the perp went to his weekly meeting and told everybody what he did to me. That’s how bold these sickos are. They don’t care what they do to us, as long as they get attention and applause from other perps.
Maybe I shouldn’t even be writing about this. Maybe what happened to me a year ago will start all over again.
But I thought I should write about it, because I want to warn others about what to expect of the perps. I want they to know that they can expect everything and anything from the sickos who harass us.
So that’s why I walked away about seven days ago. I didn’t want the perps to have something to report about what I said.
I wonder if such an act is against the law?
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