Yesterday at around 5:30 on my way to work, I was stopped at a busy intersection waiting for the light to change. I hadn’t even put my foot down to stop the bike when a group of construction workers standing at this particular corner started snapping, clapping, and making kissing and clicking noises at me. They kept laughing and staring at my chest and legs (I was wearing sort of a short skirt). I tried to look away and found myself looking at another man who had been staring intently at me the entire time I was trying to adjust myself and my bike so I’d be ready to speed off as soon as I could. And then I heard and saw literally another man on my other side spitting off unwanted compliments and and staring as well. I honestly had never felt so unsafe in my life. I was considering just riding into the intersection to cross when it wasn’t the right time to just so I could get away from these 10 or so men all harassing me.
After the light changed, I rode off as fast as I could, parked my bike, and walked into the thrift store nearby and up the stairs to the second floor where I just hung out for an hour. At least there was a sale and I found a cute dress and skirt.