Close encounter of the perv kind in the South End
The Missus was in front of her building this morning, waiting for the bus, when some guy in a red sweat suit said good morning, then told her she has nice hair:
... His hands weren't inside his pockets, they were down his front pants. Really deep in his pants. I don't have to take a guess as to what he was holding on to in his pants, as he was walking... But I knew the cordial morning greeting was all I would be able to say to him without laughing and shrieking, "What the fuck is wrong with you, you pervert! There are children at this bus stop too!"
But I didn't say anything to him, because he kept walking and didn't stop to wait for the bus. ...
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