what a beautiful day to get groped…

so, on this beautiful sunny 90 degree day, I throw on some highwaisted shorts, black tank top and some black boots and take my brother down to Limeberry to get him some frozen yogurt. Afterwards, we walk across the street so I can go buy a drink, and as were making our way to the car, I hear from behind me, “No Cooper, No!” and all of a sudden, I feel hands on my waist and my ass… turns out I had walked by a mentally disabled man who had the urge to grope me. Unfortunately, the man that was with him that was there to supervise him didn’t so much to stop him besides those words. I panicked, and screamed and ran to my car. That man didn’t even apologize. All he said to “Cooper” was that he can’t do that. My lovely day in the beginning of summer was ruined however, and I’m now basically terrified to leave my house or wear anything but jeans and a sweatshirt…. gah, fuck you salem. fuck you.