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  • Writer's pictureanonymous woman

I was followed home by a drunk man when I used to walk to a bar about two blocks away from my apartment. I stopped at a 24 hour grocery store halfway between, he was speeding up and obviously following me and I didn't want him to know where I lived. I hid in the women's bathroom there for about an hour before he left, he hung out near the front of the store in sight of the bathroom. But even drunk this creepy guy knew he wasn't going to be allowed in the ladies room.

He eventually left and I waited about twenty minutes and then I circled the store to make sure he was gone. Who knows what he wanted but I knew it was something I didn't and I was glad for a ladies restroom. I shudder to think about what if it was nowadays, when no one would be able to question him in the restroom and he knew he could enter it.


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