I was walking home from the tube today, a street away from my house. Summer’s finally arrived in Britain, and I was wearing, for the first time in months, a T-shirt outdoors. Either this fact or that I have half sleeve tattoos was reason enough for the two huge guys walking on the opposite side of the street to start shouting aggressively at me across the street.
This was one of those rare occasions when I wasn’t mad at myself for not saying something in retaliation: I kept walking, headphones in, pretending I hadn’t even noticed them. Because really, how do you think you look as two large men shouting at the tops of your voices at a tiny girl across the street?
Location: Turnpike Lane, LondonShare on Facebook