I once went to a restaurant, now defunct I believe, called Picadilly. Loved their tray line food.
But I went to the restroom. I am a woman. When in the stall I looked up to see, peering in at me through the wide gap between the door of the stall and the post it hung on, (about an inch) a man, dressed as a woman.
He saw me, our eyes met, he ran out.
I believe he dressed as a woman to get into the woman’s restroom and peek. Was quite frightening.
I mean, it was really a peeping Tom. What is to protect women from this?
“What is to protect women from this?”
The second amendment.
Today he’s normal and you’re a sicko.
My father KO’d a homo in a restaurant years ago when he put his hand on him. Good times.
Picadilly is still in operation... At least there is one in Montgomery, Alabama I was at a few weeks ago.
It all feels so...”silence of the lambs”-ish. Very creepy! I can practically hear him whispering “it puts the lotion on its skin...”