Today I had to walk to school alone. I was kinda annoyed, but I was okay.
I was walking along, minding my own business, until I turn the corner.
There's some guys, probably in their thirties and forties, doing landscaping.
I speed up to walk through their work. They move out of the way.
One of the guys looks at me for a couple seconds, not just a glance. Only he doesn't look at my face...
He looks directly at my chest. I was wearing a black turtleneck that was kinda tight, so it stood out more than usual.
I made eye contact with him and he didn't try to act normal. He looked at me for a bit then kept writing on his clipboard.
This is why I hate walking alone.