YOU GRABBED MY BREAST!!

Yes, you didn't read me wrong.

That is what I screamed in the extremely crowded bus today.

While everybody was invading my space front, back, left, right and centre, the bus jerked to a stop and everybody standing almost fell.
Reflex action: Our hands made for some form of support, if we were not already clinging to one.
And so the frail old woman grabbed my breast from the back!!
I was rudely shocked.
My reflex action was to grabb her wrist and look into her eyes menancingly.
As she tried to wrestle her hand free from mine, she didn't seem to know what she did.

'What are you trying to do?' she had asked.
Some commuters looked up.
Horrified at her guts, I raised my voice.
'YOU GRABBED MY BREAST!!'
I enunciated every syllable.
By this time, all eyes in the bus were on us.
'So what do you want me to do?'
'Apologize,' was my response.

She didn't.
And we spent a good part of the ride glaring at each other.

I'm not sure what to feel.

Embarassed?
Because of the nature of this episode that somebody grabbed my breast (for your information it hurt like hell).

Humiliated?
That I've got such severe anger management issues.

Or just like a failure?
I had failed to react in any christian manner whatsoever.

Anybody any ideas?

+ Flisha spoke @ 7:12 pm

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