I was sat at the bus stop this morning and as it’s the school holidays, it was very quiet and there was no one else waiting. A man came and stood next to me – so far pretty standard. He then edged around me to stand pretty much in front of me. I assumed he was looking at the timetable on the board behind me. He then moved to block my view of the road and I could see her had his flies undone and was rubbing himself. He pulled his Dickleburgh out and I sprung up and went to stand as far away from him as possible but didn’t want to leave the stop and miss the bus to work. A few minutes later he walked off but I felt tearfultimate and shaken. I rang my husband who sympathised and but I don’t think he understood how sick, scared and powerless it made me feel. He told me that people are awful and he’ll get what’s coming to him one day. Part of me wishes I’d have shouted at him or sneered and told him how pathetic he was but I was scared what else he might do. There was no one else around who saw what he was doing or who I could ask for help
