It was lunchtime and I was hungry. I was rushing past the two Manchester United T-Shirts and the whiff from their cigarettes seemed to add to my hunger. One guy said “what are we chowing brother?” The other responded “I wanna chow that…nice and juicy!”
They both laughed as they watched me walk down a longggggggggggg, dark passage that seemed to go on forever.
I knew what they were trying to do. I hadn’t been in a situation like that for a long time, but I certainly had not forgotten my old friend “harassment”.
I could have turned around.
I could have confronted them.
I could have humiliated them.
I could have humiliated myself too, actually.
But I was hungry.
So, I kept walking.
After paying my bill, a young woman’s red shoes caught my attention. I also noticed the two Manchester United T-Shirts vying for her attention.
She turned around.
She took their compliments to heart.
They invited her to join them and together, they had a lovely time knocking back blue shooters.
As the waitress brought my bill, one of the men tapped a cleaner on her shoulder saying “excuse me, do you like big or small bananas?”
“Bananas?” she asked, genuinely missing their crudeness.
The girl with the hot bum laughed loud, further adding to the cleaner’s embarrassment. The cleaner was an old woman, with her head covered, wearing a church badge I recognised.
I turned around.
I confronted them.
I humiliated them.
I humiliated myself too, actually.
But there could have been no other way.
So I kept walking.
…but completely assured that yes we need to pick our battles, but some battles pick us and give us zero choice but to engage.
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