My friend and I were walking from the 16th/Mission Bart to Slim's to buy tickets to a show last weekend and as I am walking I feel my hand brush against someone behind me. At first I thought I was just not paying attention so I turned around to say sorry to find this asshole ogling us. We told him to fuck off and he just kept laughing and saying stuff that we couldn't understand, but that was obviously sexual. We slowed way down because we didn't want him behind us anymore and he promptly dropped his pants halfway down his thighs while still chuckling so we had to stare at his nasty ass for the rest of the block.
Why do some men find this funny? Do they really think its going to get them anywhere? Gross.
~Submitted by Karen in SF.