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Learning to trust strangers

  • 28 years old
  • From Maryland, United States
  • Currently in Bangkok, Thailand


My mom was kinda right. Taxi drivers can be real douchebags.

Sexual Harassment at its finest

Thailand Bangkok, Thailand  |  Jan 11, 2013
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 You know what? Not everyone is out to get us. Not everyone wants our money. We just have to find the ones who aren’t looking to rip us off, that’s all. Simple. 

Taxi drivers have quite a reputation, don’t they? In Bolivia, you can’t trust taxi drivers. NO WAY IN HELL. They are known to kidnap you and take all your money. Here are quick facts about taxi drivers worldwide:

-They are horny all the time-They tend to smell bad (armpit smell)-They tend to be assholes 

I get it, taxi drivers don’t trust passengers and passengers DO NOT trust taxi drivers. There are a bunch of asshole passengers who hop on and never pay.  I’ve heard horror stories of passengers pointing a gun directly on the driver’s frontal lobe. 

Scary indeed.

My mom always tells me to watch out. She tries convincing me to stop being so trusting and I always get in huge arguments with her. The way I see it, if we have our guards up all the time, will be ever live life? Will we ever see the beauty in people.

You know what? Not everyone is out to get us. Not everyone wants our money. We just have to find the ones who aren’t looking to rip us off, that’s all. Simple. 

So –last  night, I took communal taxi. Communal taxis are wider than actual taxis and they tend to fit up to 10 people. They are cheaper and there is always fresh air slamming your face. 

The driver asked me to sit in the front. I didn’t think much of it. So– the car is moving, I am thinking about all the things I have to do when I get home and suddenly…

I feel the driver’s hand rest on my seat. It was a red light and I didn’t think much of it. Maybe, my legs are too big and I am imagining things. By the time we got to the second light, I felt his disgusting fingers brush my leg. I, CLEARLY, wasn’t imagining shit. I began panicking. I told the driver to stop the car. He ignored my petition and said that he had to make a U-turn. I asked again, only this time, I yelled.

STOP THE CAR. I WANT TO GET OUT. So — I pay. He is about to give me my change AND…he grabs my leg and rests his hand for 2 seconds. Those two seconds felt like an eternity. I jumped out of the taxi and I froze. I couldn’t move. 

I couldn’t take a single step. What just happened? Well — a disgusting pervert touched my leg in a very inappropriate way, that's what happened.  I stopped at the store next to my house and I began crying. Wiff, the store clerk, tried to calm me down but I was so sad. 

I was sad because for the first time in a long time, I felt completely alone. If anything had happened to me, no one would’ve known. Not a single soul. 

I have no emergency contacts. I have  nobody to call and say, “I am about to come home. Im on a taxi, wait for me.” I wanted to call my mom and tell her this little story, but I will not. I don’t want her worrying and jumping into conclusions. I think — I am learning the hard way. I am  learning to stop being so trust worthy and start being a little more realistic. 

so in a way, that may be the ugly side of any big city in the world, right?

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