All I needed was a stopper for a file cabinet. Some slider shelfy thing that would hold up my measly 10 file folder. What I got was a Great Moment of Objectification.
I strolled up to a group of potential helpers, and as I asked the one I’ve seen most around the office, “Hey, do you know where I can find–” his buddy gave me a once-over and muttered, “Mmm, mmm. You just made my day.”
I was so angry and shocked that I couldn’t think of anything to say. I ignored him and got the other guy to help me — except that he didn’t know where the damn things were, either. Captain Harassment then, of course, upped his creep-factor considerably by leaning against a corner and watching as I walk away with the other guy.
I wanted to throw something at him, but all I had on me were my fists.
For all my assertiveness and rudeness and general willingness to call people out, I’m usually struck dumb in a situation like that. Should I have reported it? Should I have tried to say something snappy like, “That is inappropriate!” Or should I punk out and just ignore it, hoping some woman with a backbone will put him in his place?
My files looked good enough lying down flat in my cabinet.