I’m walking back from the post office on a crisp October afternoon, enjoying the sunshine and thinking random thoughts about what else I need to do this afternoon. My brain wanders onto the #MeToo discussions that have been going on this week. I think about some of the times it happened to me, and am grateful that none of them occurred during my college years. I start to wonder how many of my classmates weren’t so lucky, and contemplate asking the question in our class’s private Facebook group.
So of course, it’s the perfect time for a random guy sitting outside the local library to start catcalling me.
I felt the familiar clench in my stomach.
I didn’t call him out. I didn’t flip him off.
I picked up the pace and walked away from him.
And felt grateful that our building has a doorman in case the guy decided to follow me home.
Another Wednesday in an average suburban town in the USA.
It just doesn’t stop.