Two days ago I was repulsed by the unwelcome (i.e., overly familiar) attention of an older, possibly alcoholic, seemingly unstable dude. It happened in the Wilton Library and it wasn’t cool. The man was sitting nearby and belching, for one thing. Every so often he got up and sauntered around like a drunk. He passed by my work station twice, and too slowly for my comfort.
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