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Sarah’s Story: I was unnerved, really unnerved.

I was downtown and had just enough time to stop at one of my favorite stores to pick up a birthday present for my friend and take a cab to a meeting I had at 2pm. I got hailed a cab on the street and felt like something was amiss with the one that picked me up but ignored my instincts.

The guy looked up my skirt as I was climbing into the cab (hate to say it but this is one of the reasons I always wear shorts underneath any skirt that I wear). Again, I ignored my instincts and was gave him the benefit of the doubt. Soon I noticed that he didn’t have the sign posted that all cabs in Chicago are required to have posted in his cab, so I texted my friend that I was meeting with to tell her that I was in a sketchy situation and was on my way because at that point I was worried.

The guy was not wearing a seat belt and kept making odd movements that made me think he might be high. He had a flag decorative rope hanging off of his dashboard. He had a taxi meter like they have in real cabs. I paid him with my credit card, which he used with a Clover / Square device. He asked me to put in my phone number but I put in my email to get a receipt instead. When I was signing, he started telling me that I was very attractive and when I didn’t respond asked if I’d heard what he said, that I was a very attractive woman. I said that he was being really inappropriate and that I was getting out of there. He said that he’d see me next time.

When I got out I looked for his cab number (the van was painted yellow so it looked like a real cab) and of course it was “6969”. Not a real number. Unfortunately I didn’t get his license plate to be able to report him. But I was unnerved, really unnerved to potentially have left my information with him, and glad when I was out of his vehicle.

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What did you say?!

I was out w/ my bf and his friends when I all the sudden started feeling overwhelmed and tired (it was late and I had a rough week). So I told my bf I’m gonna head back home alone and will text him once I’m back. Once at the station, I get up to the train platform, and I immediately see that a guy on his phone has spotted me. He was talking on the phone at a normal volume, at first. But once he spotted me he started acting all dominant on the phone by raising his voice unnecessarily excessively and swearing at whoever he was talking to on the phone – all because he saw me and was instantly transformed into a “tough guy”, I guess? I didn’t like what I saw, so I immediately turned around and walked behind the staircase where he couldn’t see me. Well, he got off the phone and followed me! I could tell he was drunk, and he started slurring and mumbling words to me, but I didn’t understand him, nor expect him to follow me or try to make a conversation with me in the state that he was in. But I could tell he was hitting on me… because he had already obviously followed me to where I went. At this point I had enough and shouted “FUCK OFF!!”. He called me a “skinny bitch”, gave me a nasty look and walked away.

One other thing that I’d like to share – I legitimately walk around with resting bitch face on purpose when I am in public, especially when I am alone. I believe that this is my natural defense mechanism against most people, especially men who do things like this to women!

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Is it so hard to mind your own business?

I had errands to run in town before my orchestra rehearsal, and I didn’t want to leave my instrument in the car, so I slung my violin case over my shoulder and went along my business. I’ve been playing the violin for years so I’ve become kind of oblivious to the fact that that’s not something people normally carry around with themselves, and honestly it doesn’t bother me. I happened to be wearing a pair of boots with heels that day (not very high heels, but still heels), and as I was walking out of the parking lot a man yelled out “fancy!” in a mocking tone as he drove past me. It took me a second to register what had happened but if my reflexes had been any quicker I know I would have wheeled around and flicked him off.

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“How much?”

I was walking home a few years ago around midnight when an SUV full of teenage boys pulled up to me as I was about to cross the street. “How much?” One of them asked. I glared at him and kept walking faster. I did make it home but I should have taken down the license plate and called the police.

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Creepy CTA driver.

As I was boarding a bus, the driver said, “I like how you stopped the bus, showing a little leg.” I said, “No I don’t understand,” twice while paying my fare. I then moved as far away from the driver as possible. It´s my right to wear anything I want without comments like that. I’ve been taking this bus for 15 years no problem. Hopefully this won’t happen again.

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Commuter derail.

A guy on a bike slapped my ass HARD as I was walking to the metra.

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Verbal harassment from entire group

My group of friends were walking me home late on a Friday night. We were in a residential area with fewer street lights, and a large SUV pulled up next to us with men screaming at us. They continued to drive next to us and shout vulgar invitations until we reached a more crowded intersection. I made sure my friends texted me later when they got home safe.

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Happy Monday…

I was walking East on Cortland, my usual route to catch the Metra. I typically see lots of runners/bikers in the morning, but it was cold and not a lot of people were out. I heard a bike coming up behind me so I moved over on the sidewalk so he could pass, but he decided to slap my ass HARD instead. I yelled at him but he sped off quickly. I was FURIOUS. He was wearing a navy blue sweatshirt with the hood up, smaller build, but not exactly sure about height being that he was on a bike. His bike was a shorter BMX style bike and lighter in color- silver or white. Great way to start the week.

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