The other day I was minding my own beeswax up at the local shops, waiting at the lights, waiting to cross the road.
I noticed a guy standing near me who was also waiting to cross the road. Then I noticed that he was recording me on his iPhone!
This is how he was standing:
Just imagine that it’s a man wearing a black jacket and holding a black iPhone. Also, his boobs weren’t as big as mine.
He was standing stock still, with his phone pointed right at me. He was looking down, but his head was at an angle that would have given him a better view of what was being recorded. I cottoned onto what the hell was going on and moved closer to him. I starting eyeballing him and he suddenly put his phone in his pocket and got all twitchy.
Once the lights changed he hotstepped it across the street and I started charging after him. Not that I knew what I was going to do – and not that I had any actual reason to suspect him, except that he was standing funny and holding his phone like he was filming for a Today Today expose – but I didn’t want him to think he was going to get away with it.
He ended up at the nearby pub and I was going to go in and challenge him, but I chickened out because I wasn’t in the mood for being punched in the face. A minute later I walked back, ready to ask him to show me what he recorded on his phone.
But he was gone. And now I’m kicking myself that I didn’t think quick enough to bust his chops when I had the chance. But then I wonder what might’ve happened if I did…?
Did I do the right thing? Should I have challenged him on the street straight away where I was unprotected? Should I have challenged him in the pub where staff and patrons would be witnesses? Did I do the right thing to not actually confront him at all?
Cause I’ve been fantasising that I totally kicked his arse and he never filmed another unsuspecting woman ever again.