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Dressing as Cammy from Street Fighter means expecting some attention, but it doesn't mean giving up your right to consent. When I caught a dad following me through the convention hall to snap "sneaky" photos of my back, he tried to claim I was his son's "favorite character." Little did he know, "public space" logic doesn't work when security has a zero-tolerance policy for creeps.
As a mechanic with 15 years under my belt, I thought I’d seen it all - until last Tuesday. A customer dropped off her car for a standard mileage service and "waltzed out," leaving something behind in the backseat: her four-year-old daughter. After an hour of ignored phone calls, the mom returned, claiming she just "needed time to herself" and expected us to be grateful for the privilege of babysitting.
I had just bought a brand new white Toyota Camry. I came home from a walk to find my neighbor’s toddler standing in my driveway with a handful of permanent markers. He was proud of his "pretty" work, but his mother’s reaction was even worse than the scribbles: she claimed he’d actually improved the car because white was "boring."
It was an awesome city with highways and skyscrapers, until the lights went out. I tripped on a toy car at 2 AM and ended up in the emergency room with a broken ankle. If you’ve ever stepped on a LEGO or tripped on a toy train, this story is for you.
