On the bus ride home from Crafty there where two obnoxious men (I later learned they where thirty) making themselves the centre of attention. I heard choice lines, over my music, such as ‘Sixteen? Legal, that’s perfect’ and ‘which one of you is the good one and which is the naughty one.’ I was feeling uncomfortable but the young girls seemed happy enough and where in a group.
It was when one of the men sat far too close to a young woman a couple of seats in front of me, who was alone on the bus. He was asking for her details she was running out of ways to say no. His face was way to close to hers.
I didn’t actually think before I acted, if I did I probably would have talked myself out of it. I made the man move out of the seat and sat next to the nineteen year old woman. I checked whether it was okay for me to be interfering and she said ‘please, carry on,’. The man called me a lesbian, humourless, boring and worst of all a feminist!
I stayed on until the woman got off the bus. She told me she didn’t mind until he practically sat on her and asked for her last name. I told the driver about the two men and the sixteen year old girls upstairs.
I walked back home and called my husband feeling very proud of myself. Slightly crashed out from the adrenalin of it all now.
Yesterday I was feeling a little low so I didn’t get much of anything done, but today I feel brilliant! My word count is this post plus the editing for Crafty Sew & So.
Today’s word count: about 400 words
Now lets all dance to Beyonce and listen to the wise words of Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie