I was once molested in a bus by a middle aged “upper class” man. The first thing the IO asked me was “What were you wearing?” He walked away free with a warning and I walked away traumatised. Up to today, I still freeze when I smell his perfume in my surroundings. I was 14.
Since this is garnering more attention, here’s the full story: so I was omw home from sch in this kind of bus. I was sitting directly before the extension (circled) & those seats were extremely squeezey & small & I was small so those used to be where I’d always sit in these buses
