only difference i would have used a knife or my high heels.
last night again, right outside the elevator, at home, a flasher. i screamed, raved, and gave chase... no one came to my help, as i shouted for people on the road to stop him.
and i kept hoping, as he sprinted across the road, that he would be run over, open fly and all... wished so hard.
even now i feel upset, angry, helpless, terrified and just so sad...
what if the next time it is my daughter who sees him first. or worse still what if she had been alone.
what drives people to such perversity?