In the morning, I saw a question on today's Q&A, "What will you do if an elderly man on the bus clings to and touches a girl, and encounters hooligans on the bus and subway." As a boy, I have encountered this situation before, and I have a shadow in my heart. Today to talk about the situation at that time, when encountering being molested, especially girls, we must fight back with a straight face, only in this way can we protect ourselves.
I'm a man, but I've also been touched
This is a true story, and my own energy, although not on the bus, has the same meaning. That was when I just graduated, I went to the interview. The company is in its 30s, just in time for work time in the past, and the elevators are particularly crowded and need to be queued. When I entered the elevator, I deliberately went inside a little, and the elevator was full in a moment.
It was raining that day, so a lot of people were holding umbrellas. There was a man behind me who was also holding an umbrella, that kind of big long umbrella. When the elevator began to go up, I felt the person behind me move the umbrella between my legs, and the rain on the umbrella was all stained on my legs, thinking that it was a rainy day, it didn't matter, I didn't speak.
The following thing is disgusting, the man is holding an umbrella with his hand, his hand is right on my ass, because there are many people in heaven and earth, no one is down at the beginning, it is crowded, and the man's hand has been rubbing on my ass. At that time, I felt uncomfortable to death, and I didn't expect anything, after all, the elevator was crowded with people, and the friction was normal. Besides, I'm a man, and who would do anything to a man?
When the elevator reached the 10th floor, some people began to get off, the elevator was a little more spacious, I took two steps forward, and finally please. But as soon as the elevator closed, the man leaned in, put his hand on my ass again, and I moved to the side, and the man continued to approach. The elevator stopped, someone got out of the elevator, and I hadn't reached the floor where I was going to go down, and in order to please the person behind me, I also got off the elevator and wanted to do the next elevator and go up again.
I got off the elevator, and the guy who touched me got off the elevator as well. I thought, broken. This Nyima was taken in. I was waiting at the elevator door, and the man was behind me, but because there were more people coming and going, he was farther away from me and kept looking at me.
At that time, I was also alive in my heart, and you touched people like me, and you still didn't let go. So I walked over and looked at this man, and he saw that I had been watching him, so he walked toward the safety exit (which was the stairs), and as soon as I saw that he was gone, I continued to wait for the elevator. The doors of the elevators are basically reflective, and I saw from the elevators that the guy would show up at the security exit and peek back at me.
The fire in my heart was rubbing upwards, and with the umbrella in my hand, I blocked the guy in the safe passage, and closed the door from the inside, and the man was smoking well. The interview of the day did not go to success, after beating the guy in his heart, he was also disgusted, and he cleaned up and went back.
I was a straight man, in the elevator, and was molested by a crooked one. I was sick and disgusting to think about now. It is recommended that the majority of female compatriots, when encountering such a situation, first stop talking and slap him in the face.