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At Bathurst Station on Tuesday I was surprised to observe an act of seething hatred. I was taking the escalator to street level and ahead of me were two quite fetching young ladies. It was a scorching day and clothing was minimal. As we approached the top of an escalator I became aware of a middle aged man, in jeans and a t-shirt, moving down the stairs but glaring at the two young ladies.

“Hey” he shouted.

I was interested as I could not glean what possible connection this semi-repulsive doughboy could have with the two young hotties. He was around forty, they may have been twenty. As we left the escalator and swung around towards the exit, me a couple of steps behind the ostensible targets, the grease ball was screaming again, “Hey, you two”.

He finally had their attention, and they turned to look at the scum sucker, now about halfway down the stairs.

“You two are sluts” he wailed.

It was 4pm on a bright sunny day. The station was not thronged but definitely busy. People stopped and stared. A woman peered down the stairway and queried, “What did you say?”

“You heard me, those two are sluts“.

The squinty, sweaty face, the pallid complexion, all stood in sharp contrast to the beautiful and tastefully dressed young ladies (though, again, clothing was definitely minimal). The girls looked perplexed and frightened though I did notice other women almost instinctively take steps in their direction.

Of course at some point, the brain wanders around to the question, hmmm, should I do anything? The foaming fat bastard exclaimed again, “You can hear me, they’re sluts“.

I bellowed down the stairs, “…and you are gonna remain a virgin forever”.

People laughed and the repulsive stench of the tirade cleared. The cretin slunk away. I left the station feeling like I needed a shower.

A nothing incident? Or emblematic of a still existing crust of misogyny? Dunno, but I’ll definitely ask a few female friends…