I’m a delivery driver for Evri. Last year i walked into my local pub to deliver to the owner it was midday in December so the pub was full of drunk middle-aged men. As i was weaving through to the bar one man shouts out to me focusing every mans attention onto me. He proceeded to whistle at me and then tell me that i’ve made his pants wet, the pub exploded into a bellow of laughter i felt even smaller then i did already going into the pub. Then they all joined in telling me how much they’d like to do things to a little girl like me. – i refuse to deliver to any pubs now and haven’t stepped back into that pub since. A few weeks later i delivered to that same man at his own home he opened the door with his wife and instantly his face turned pale. I wish i told her what a fucking creep her husband is. But that’s not her responsibility. I go to hundreds of houses a week but i remember him and i remember his address maybe if i write it here i’ll feel better and i won’t send a letter instead but god would i love to.
