Why I’m Not Feeling Charitable This Morning
Dear Semi Truck Driver:
Yes, I heard you shouting, “Ma’am! Hey, Ma’am!” at me, and I deliberately did not stop. My woman-walking-alone spidey senses started tingling long before, as soon as I saw you pulled over in the parking lot for no apparent purpose – that’s why I took a wide path away from your cab door in the first place.
Look, I was just taking my 10-minute walk across a deserted lot to try to catch the bus so I don’t get run over by the alternate – walking down the road from my house with the blind hill that has no sidewalks. For a second, I almost stopped – what if you needed help? My grandfather was a truck driver – what would he say? Something in my lizard brain, however, insisted: “Keep walking. Keep walking. Don’t even look.”
I started thinking about all the ways girls and women are conditioned to be “nice” and “helpful” and how that can put them in some pretty vulnerable positions. And I noticed that as soon as I reached the end of the lot, you pulled off and went away with no problems.
This morning’s encounter was rather unsettling. While waiting for the bus, after the first truck pulled out, I noticed another pull in – again, for no apparent reason, not to park and rest, and in a lot that is not there for this purpose. There are many more women walking alone through this area now that our neighborhood bus route has been eliminated, and I really, really hope that this is not connected to the sudden appearance of truck drivers hanging out and shouting at women. I worry about my bus stop friend with her beginner’s English and whether she would stop for them to try to understand what they’re saying. I wonder if I should scrape the rust off my Spanish to knock on her door and warn her, or if this is a paranoid and supremely weird thing to do.
Eh. Here’s a song to go with:
(Edited to add: NSFW lyrics in the song)
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