I want to share this story of my experience last night so that other women might be able to learn from it and heed this warning.
So last night I took a cab home after meeting a friend for drinks in Palermo because I didn't want to walk home alone in the dark. Should be the safe choice, right? Well, hold that thought. I sat directly behind the taxi driver, and we didn't speak the entire ride until we pulled up to the corner of my street. I gave him the fare, he handed me my change, and I went to open the door and get out. When I did that, he locked the door and asked me to exit on the other side of the car so I would not open the door into the street (which I have heard here before, so I paid it no mind). I slid over to the other side and as I cracked open the door he started saying, "Linda! Linda, mira! Mira!" So I turned around to see what he was asking me to look at to find him with his dick sticking straight out of his pants while he was jerking off. He said some filthy things and I screamed some insults at him as I tried to escape, when he tried to grab my hand and told me to "touch it." So obviously I smacked his hand away from me and just as I was about to step out of the cab I saw the disgusting and absolutely infuriating smirk on his face as he continued to masturbate right in front of me and I couldn't help myself....my fist landed right on his nose and he instantly yelled and cupped his hand to catch the flow of blood. I jumped out, slammed the door shut and kicked a small but noticeable dent into the side of the car, and screamed out a couple last insults and obscenities in as he sped off.
I realized later that it was most definitely not the right choice to further endanger myself and stay in the car for that extra second just to punch the smirk off of his face but I don't think I was entirely coherent as it happened. My head felt like this cloud of rage had just taken charge of all my senses and I wasn't thinking or acting logically. I was extremely lucky in this situation because I had already opened the door so he could not hit the automatic lock, and because there were a few people around and I don't think he would have gotten out of the car to pursue me while hanging out of his pants. I slipped into the bar on my street for a couple minutes to make sure he wouldn't come back around to see which apartment I walked into, and to simply catch my breath and steady myself.
Ladies, please always be alert and prepared when you are alone in the city, especially at night. I know I should have handled the situation better and just run away immediately, but I am very glad to be unscathed, though likely scarred. I couldn't believe that this happened to me in an area that is considered to be so safe (Recoleta)....it feels like I dreamed it now.
So last night I took a cab home after meeting a friend for drinks in Palermo because I didn't want to walk home alone in the dark. Should be the safe choice, right? Well, hold that thought. I sat directly behind the taxi driver, and we didn't speak the entire ride until we pulled up to the corner of my street. I gave him the fare, he handed me my change, and I went to open the door and get out. When I did that, he locked the door and asked me to exit on the other side of the car so I would not open the door into the street (which I have heard here before, so I paid it no mind). I slid over to the other side and as I cracked open the door he started saying, "Linda! Linda, mira! Mira!" So I turned around to see what he was asking me to look at to find him with his dick sticking straight out of his pants while he was jerking off. He said some filthy things and I screamed some insults at him as I tried to escape, when he tried to grab my hand and told me to "touch it." So obviously I smacked his hand away from me and just as I was about to step out of the cab I saw the disgusting and absolutely infuriating smirk on his face as he continued to masturbate right in front of me and I couldn't help myself....my fist landed right on his nose and he instantly yelled and cupped his hand to catch the flow of blood. I jumped out, slammed the door shut and kicked a small but noticeable dent into the side of the car, and screamed out a couple last insults and obscenities in as he sped off.
I realized later that it was most definitely not the right choice to further endanger myself and stay in the car for that extra second just to punch the smirk off of his face but I don't think I was entirely coherent as it happened. My head felt like this cloud of rage had just taken charge of all my senses and I wasn't thinking or acting logically. I was extremely lucky in this situation because I had already opened the door so he could not hit the automatic lock, and because there were a few people around and I don't think he would have gotten out of the car to pursue me while hanging out of his pants. I slipped into the bar on my street for a couple minutes to make sure he wouldn't come back around to see which apartment I walked into, and to simply catch my breath and steady myself.
Ladies, please always be alert and prepared when you are alone in the city, especially at night. I know I should have handled the situation better and just run away immediately, but I am very glad to be unscathed, though likely scarred. I couldn't believe that this happened to me in an area that is considered to be so safe (Recoleta)....it feels like I dreamed it now.