THE LA METRO COSTS $1.75 & ALL OF YOUR PATIENCE, 2019
If given the choice, I would never ride the subway. I also wouldn‘t drive anywhere. I would simply materialize in whatever location I thought of because commuting is my least favorite part of the day. This is the second part in a two-piece series about street-level harassment I experienced on, and around, the LA Metro. At best, these encounters are annoying, at worst, they are scary. Read to find out how some random guy who hit on me at 9:00am became my husband, and how you can use the same technique to successfully woo women!*
*Disclaimer: I did not marry that man, and also leave women on public transit alone.
If given the choice, I would never ride the subway. I also wouldn‘t drive anywhere. I would simply materialize in whatever location I thought of because commuting is my least favorite part of the day. This is the second part in a two-piece series about street-level harassment I experienced on, and around, the LA Metro. At best, these encounters are annoying, at worst, they are scary. Read to find out how some random guy who hit on me at 9:00am became my husband, and how you can use the same technique to successfully woo women!*
*Disclaimer: I did not marry that man, and also leave women on public transit alone.