You’ve been there. We’ve all been there.
And there’s a dangerous man. And he’s swearing and yelling, infecting everyone’s experience, polluting the atmosphere with an edge of anxiety and uncertainty. Inserting a sharp sliver of danger into what’s supposed to be a shared experience to enjoy.
We’ve all been there, sitting in that paralysing place between knowing you should speak up, but being terrified of what will happen if you do.
You tell yourself that someone has to show these bullies that they don’t run the world. Someone has to let them know that they don’t get to ruin everyone’s day, everyone’s night, that they don’t have a right to make you feel unsafe, to frighten your children, to unseat you, in a public space where you have every right to be.