My friend is a widow, a person of decorum and dignity. She’s not a prude, unworldly or naïve. She simply needed a flannel shirt to complete her Halloween costume. Parking near the store entrance at the busy mall, she lingered to make a quick phone before leaving the car. Chatting away she noticed a nice looking man walking toward her. He stopped a short distance from the car’s front. He unzips his fly and proceeds to urinate in broad daylight.
She was stunned, uncomfortable, even threatened. He noticed her midstream, shifting from full view to finish. He fastens up and walks right back into Dicks. She was appalled. She was compelled to report this incident. The store manager, a young guy strained to keep a straight face and ask questions. His behavior was awkward and unconvincing. He promised to contact mall security. She turns and comes face to face with ‘I.P. Freely’ leaving the cashier. She was livid, insulted, and demeaned again.
Still in need of a shirt, she stops again. She recounts her ‘mall-feasence’ to the next clerk.
Security was summoned. He too was disinterested. No evidence? No physical damage? Smirking and twitchy
he thanked her as he implied no harm no foul. Even her adult son later said, “Forget about it.”
She called. I laughed a little but I listened.
Admittedly we don’t know the urinator’s story. This likely qualifies as public indecency under the law. It is a form of sexual assault similar to the supposedly harmless perverts compelled to show their genitals in public. My friend is a nice person, confident and independent. She tried to be a good citizen. Dick’s manager did not respond appropriately. Who knows why? Perhaps due to a lack of training, no company policy or he was distracted. Maybe he deemed it inconsequential.
My friend was victimized. This situation was more awkward than serious. Nonetheless, she felt powerless,
offended and at risk. Victim thinking turns fear and anger in on self. She wanted to regain a sense of confidence and safety. Her attempts to report were met with ridicule. Gender bias is alive and well judging by the Dick’s manager and Mall Security.
This is long winded way to suggest developing a plan. I say, lay on the horn, take pictures.
My friend was fearful she might be shot. I did laugh at this and teased her, “It was a penis, not a hand gun!) There are crazy people out there. My son, a security guard, (not the one mentioned) advised VIDEO taping. Evidence is everything. Call 911. Close your eyes.
Talk about it. Get the skeletons out of the closet of uneasiness. Boo to the urinator! Boo to Dicks!
React. Opine. Let’s talk about peeing outdoors, unwelcome dick sightings, lost innocence.