When I lived in London, I once locked myself out, and it was dark out and there was no place to wait except a pub, and I didn't have enough money to go there, and I didn't drink or smoke and thought it would be hell to be there. So I found the local police station and asked if I could use their phone to call my place until one of my room…
When I lived in London, I once locked myself out, and it was dark out and there was no place to wait except a pub, and I didn't have enough money to go there, and I didn't drink or smoke and thought it would be hell to be there. So I found the local police station and asked if I could use their phone to call my place until one of my roommates got home. They were polite and let me do this, and I got home fine. But when I told some friends what I did, they were horrified. They told me NEVER EVER go to the police and tell them you're all alone and can't get into your apartment or whatever because who knows what they might do to me.
hey, I once tried to explain this to a taxi driver who was hitting on me, how I was a captive target and that it wasn't right, and how would he feel if someone did that to his mother or sister or daughter. You know what he said, "I would like to go out with you so I could protect you from men like that." And continued hitting on me. The messed up-ness of the way men think is mind boggling.
When I lived in London, I once locked myself out, and it was dark out and there was no place to wait except a pub, and I didn't have enough money to go there, and I didn't drink or smoke and thought it would be hell to be there. So I found the local police station and asked if I could use their phone to call my place until one of my roommates got home. They were polite and let me do this, and I got home fine. But when I told some friends what I did, they were horrified. They told me NEVER EVER go to the police and tell them you're all alone and can't get into your apartment or whatever because who knows what they might do to me.
So, yeah, I guess you're not safe anywhere.
That's so brutal, but so so true
hey, I once tried to explain this to a taxi driver who was hitting on me, how I was a captive target and that it wasn't right, and how would he feel if someone did that to his mother or sister or daughter. You know what he said, "I would like to go out with you so I could protect you from men like that." And continued hitting on me. The messed up-ness of the way men think is mind boggling.
It's willing ignorance