I was on the bus today, people-watching.
At one of the stops, a woman stood up to get off and the old man sitting next to her reached up to (what I presumed) steady her (jerky bus, bad tempered bus driver. According to a friend of mine who happens to know about these things, Edinburgh bus drivers purposefully make the bus jerk, while muttering under their breath, 'You're all cunts, aren't you?' to which the hapless passengers can't help but jerk their heads 'Yes'...)
Anyway - his hand totally grabbed her arse, but in a pretendy- I'm-just-making-sure-you-don't-lose-your-balance- kind of a way. And it stayed there for quite a wee while.
Initially, I thought they were together, but it became obvious from her red and flustered face that he wasn't an acquaintance. She didn't say a word, poor woman, and just hurried off the bus. Feeling my rage rising ( I've had so many occasions in my life where I've been too embarassed or ashamed to retaliate when fuckers have made sexual innuendos or simply insulted me because I'm female) I slithered down the bus, sat in the empty seat behind him, and hissed in his ear, 'I saw what you did, and you should be ASHAMED of yourself!'
Then HE got all embarassed and shuffled off the bus at the next stop, looking all pathetic. Which made me feel a bit ashamed for picking on a wee old pensioner who can probably only afford supermarket own brand baked beans for dinner...