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Do I need to grow thicker skin?

I was on my way home from Thanksgiving in New York with my family. My train got into Union Station a little late, so I decided to take a cab so that I could get home quickly without having to drag my luggage through the Metro. After waiting in the taxi line for 10 minutes or so, I get in a cab. He seemed a little irritated that I kept my suitcase with me in the back seat (instead of putting it in the trunk so that he could get an additional fee), but it didn’t seem like a big deal.

After we get a block or two away from the station, we pass a young college-student-type guy on the street, dragging a big duffel bag and trying to hail a cab. The driver of my cab wants to pick this guy up too, and I say no. It’s against the rules for a cab driver to pick up additional passengers like that! So the cab driver immediately starts cursing at me and kicks me out of the cab.

At this point, I’m angry, so I flip him off and tell him to fuck off. At which point he starts saying, “You want to fuck me? Yeah, girl, you should come right over here and fuck me.” Repeatedly. Clearly, he’s more interested in antagonizing me than in picking up another fare, since the college kid hailed another cab so that I could get away. Unfortunately, I was too rattled to get the cab driver’s information or remember the name of the cab company.

I called my mom afterward, and she told me that I shouldn’t have antagonized him, and that I need to grow a thicker skin. Not exactly helpful.

Submitted by KBF

Location: Massachusetts Ave & North Capitol

Time of harassment:  Night (7:30P-12A)

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“Don’t hit me now!”

I’m walking home, almost at my apartment, and I cross Q St. There’s a cab waiting at a red light full of drunken college kids, and the driver is turning around to talk to them, not paying attention or stepping on the break hard enough, so he’s inching forward towards me. I call out (casually, with a smile) “Don’t hit me now!” and keep walking. One guy says to the rest, “Oh, she’s fat! Wouldn’t matter if we hit her.”

Submitted by R on 5/23/2010

Location: 16th and Q

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Safe Ride Home? Think Again.

I was headed home from a friend’s house in Alexandria early Saturday morning- around 1:45 a.m.  I live in D.C. proper, but didn’t feel like taking the long Metro ride from Franconia to my home station, so I shortened my trip by getting off at Foggy Bottom and catching a cab.  I figured it would be both shorter and safer than continuing to take the train and then walking to my apartment by myself.

photo by poopface_productions

photo by poopface_productions

The cabbie and I were at a stoplight at the corner of M and 22nd, by the Exxon station, when this guy came out of nowhere and stuck his face my cab window.  He was young – early twenties – and probably drunk.  My cabbie just started to ask me what the hell this guy wanted when the kid opened the door and tried to get into the seat next to me.  I screamed no and slammed the door shut, hoping he’d get the picture and just go away.

Instead, the kid looked angry, almost enraged, and opened the door again.  Once more, I strangled the door from his grasp – thank God he was drunk and weak – told him to get the fuck away, shut the door, and LOCKED it.  The guy made one last go for the door to find himself trapped outside the cab.  He snarled at me through the window, slurring, “You’re a slut.”

I told him to fuck off as the light changed and the cab took off.  Thankfully, my cabbie, who had also yelled at the invader to get the hell out of the taxi, was sympathetic toward me and disgusted at the kid, so he received a nice tip upon delivering me home safely.

It didn’t hit me until later what a frightening situation this was.  I’ve never had a problem like this in Washington before.  Certainly I’ve come across a few guys who’ve made comments about my appearance, but nothing worse than a passing “Looking good!” as I’ve walked by – just brief, tame stuff that I’ve found amusing.  I’ve also traveled with and walked near some sketchy people, but everyone minded their own business and I never felt like I was in any immediate danger.  I don’t know what this guy wanted – something sexual, if he thought I was someone else – but I honestly believed he was going to do something to me.

Now I guess there’s nothing I can do but try to avoid traveling by myself at night and always lock the doors of a cab when I get in.

Thanks for letting me write to you guys.

– Anonymous