Reply #32: I got something similar when I lived in Cambridge, ON! [View All]

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One time as I was coming home from school, walking away from the bus station, this SUV full of frat boy idiots drove by and yelled "Faggot!" out the window at me. I scanned the street, and sure enough, I was the only person walking... At the time, I was wearing a black t-shirt, baggy camo pants, Doc Martens, and my collar-length "California surfer-boy" bowl-style cut... I'm female... I don't know *what* they thought they saw.

Then there was this other time when I was getting to the bus terminal to go to work in Toronto, and this convict from the weekend-furlough programme caught me between the set of double doors into the terminal, and yelled (really really loudly, in a tiny enclosed space) "HEY!! HOWARYA!!" and then said "Bitch!" when I winced and yelped and glared at him.

Then there was this other time when some old guys saw me getting on the bus in Cambridge and said, "She thinks she's really something."

I used to hate getting the bus in Cambridge! (I was also walking to the bus terminal when the Yuppie ditz driving the minivan -- stopped at a stop sign -- saw me, saw me walk into the intersection, since I had the right-of-way and all that, and then stepped on the gas and drove into me. Cambridge is the only place I ever lived where the people over 25 were ruder than the teenagers...)

I also get damned tired of all the 'concerned citizens' who ask me if I've twisted my ankle or hurt my foot. I have cerebral palsy and I limp slightly, normally (worse when I'm tired). The first 10 000 times it happened, the question didn't bother me, but I'm gradually losing my patience. I know it's not their fault (the same person never asks me twice), but still... That's a whole 'nother kettle of annoyed fish, though.