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last night i took a while i was on the phone with my dad, and while i was walking, some creepy guys decided to slow down in a car next to me and make disgusting and perverted comments.
so i turned, walked towards them, looked at them with that vicious glare i inherited from my mom, and started screaming my head off at them, calling them perverts and that i was going to call the cops.
and then i did.
but as they sped away, i first called campus safety to get the phone number for holland pd, and meridith was working, so actually i just "reported" it to them, and they called holland pd.
everyone else seemed so much more worried than me.
i just wanted to get back at those creeps.
funny little story, really irritating last night though.
and it was funny that they were talking about my switch and something about being hot stuff because i was on my cell phone, and i was in a sweatshirt and ratty shorts and I WAS TALKING TO MY FATHER.
but my mom taught me well--i got the license plate number.
when in doubt, call the cops.
no woman should have to feel unsafe ONE BLOCK AWAY FROM HER HOME.
i wish i had brought this super powerful flashlight my mom bought for me. i could have blinded them and gotten descriptions.
well, my mom told me to always keep it in my purse. and from now on, i will.
p.s. my dad was a little freaked out to say the least, because i started screaming while i was on the phone with him. but he's used to crazy screaming on the phone. after all, my mom still calls him all the time to scream at him. so i had to call him a couple of times later that night to update him. whoops. he'd had a bad day, so i guess maybe it helped get his mind off of it?
so i turned, walked towards them, looked at them with that vicious glare i inherited from my mom, and started screaming my head off at them, calling them perverts and that i was going to call the cops.
and then i did.
but as they sped away, i first called campus safety to get the phone number for holland pd, and meridith was working, so actually i just "reported" it to them, and they called holland pd.
everyone else seemed so much more worried than me.
i just wanted to get back at those creeps.
funny little story, really irritating last night though.
and it was funny that they were talking about my switch and something about being hot stuff because i was on my cell phone, and i was in a sweatshirt and ratty shorts and I WAS TALKING TO MY FATHER.
but my mom taught me well--i got the license plate number.
when in doubt, call the cops.
no woman should have to feel unsafe ONE BLOCK AWAY FROM HER HOME.
i wish i had brought this super powerful flashlight my mom bought for me. i could have blinded them and gotten descriptions.
well, my mom told me to always keep it in my purse. and from now on, i will.
p.s. my dad was a little freaked out to say the least, because i started screaming while i was on the phone with him. but he's used to crazy screaming on the phone. after all, my mom still calls him all the time to scream at him. so i had to call him a couple of times later that night to update him. whoops. he'd had a bad day, so i guess maybe it helped get his mind off of it?