Although it was an incredibly half-assed attempt.
There was this Indian version of a Beng on the other side of the road. Bleached hair and red polo tee (thanks to the corruption of memory through time, I have the impression that it had dragon prints).
When the light turned green, we crossed. As he was nearing me, he just sort of shouted something incomprehensible and reached out to grope. I wasn't very sure what I should do, so I thought I would just step aside. His hand brushed the side of my pants.
I kept walking. I could hear him break into faster footsteps behind me. After about two seconds or so, I realised he must have been attempting molest. A very PHAIL attempt at molest. I couldn't resist curiosity. I turned back and saw him on the pavement. Staring at me. Stationary. (I suppose he must have realised that he didn't manage to commit a crime.)
I couldn't help but found it farnie. I gave him a quizzical half-smile, and for the rest of my way home I composed a new blog entry in my head.
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