oh, the humanity

Hmmm... what happened today? Well, an old, icky ped mall guy tried to look up my skirt at the Java House. I could not believe the unmitigated gall of the f**ker! I was sitting at the counter in front of the window on one of the stool-chairs (the skirt is a modest length and the knees were together, thank YOU!) and this jerkass plants in the chair on the other side of the glass and starts staring, STARING, at my knees. STARING. And he has a baseball hat on, and seems drunk, so he doesn't notice that I am noticing. So, again, as with the mouse situation, many thoughts at once, some paralysis, and finally after about ten minutes he looks away for a second and I jump off the chair and start gathering my stuff. He looks back and looks really shocked that my legs aren't there anymore. THEN, I walk out of the Java House and he GETS UP and starts following me!!! Luckily I had my bike, so bothering me became impractical for the old sop. But I just could not believe it!!! I haven't had anything like that happen to me in years! I had really wanted to get cheeky with the guy and hold a note up to the glass that said "quit trying to get a peek at my sausage" or something, but I have had this kind of thing backfire on me before. I mean, I don't even know what the weirdo was looking at, I have pillowy calves. He must have been very drunk.

I guess I just feel very attached to that window. It has become a habit for me to go sit in the window and drink tea and write in my journal or read or whatever, and I'd like that to remain a sacred place, and not get profaned by some jackass. I mean, come on, there's t&a free for the gawking all over the ped mall, he has to bug me??? Fussy old librarian-seeming lady who is just trying to enjoy her tea???