Couleur Locale

[franceslievens]

On our way home from daycare, I try to make sure the Little Bit doesn't get overrun by a car that's, I believe, turning into a garage. LB is wickedly tired, but refuses to get into the stroller. So she trots all the way home alongside me, not really noticing the big four wheeled beasts out to get her.
This beast does not turn into his garage, but asks for directions instead. "Gare du Nord, please?" I'm thinking aloud, wondering which route would be the shortest or easiest. My eyes wander away from the driver's face to suddenly notice his upright dick on full display. As straight faced as possible I end my explanation.
"There's no denying why he needed directions to Gare du Nord," I tell LB when the car's out of view.

Comments

[sister-luck.livejournal.com]

Yikes. What a fucker.
This kind of sexual harassment is bad enough but doing it to a visibly pregnant woman with a toddler in tow? Fuck him.

(I've got zero tolerance for this kind of thing. Especially since the one guy I met who tried something similar turned out to be a serial rapist and in hindsight I should have called the police on him.)

[frances-lievens.livejournal.com]

In hindsight I should have memorised his license plate number, but I was too baffled to remember that. Without it that police wouldn't be able to do anything more than take my statement and add it to the pile. He wasn't local, though. He spoke Dutch with an out-of-town accent.

[sister-luck.livejournal.com]

I understand - I think I watched some tv crime thing in which a cop saw a car speeding of and when he was asked about the license plate he said: "No one remembers license plates." The one time I tried to remember one I garbled it so much that they couldn't identify the car!

These guys are almost always out-of-towners. People who travel a lot. The guy I mentioned above was active in Belgium, the Netherlands and Germany.