Frotterage at Haymarket! Or something along those lines.

Some old man in running shorts rubbed up against me while I was paying for some squash at Haymarket. I didn't realize what was happening until I was picking up my produce and said "EXCUSE ME" very loudly while pushing my way out of there. No, it was not crowded. Yes, it was raining and the stand was under a tent, but I was the only person at the stand then. Anyway, if you see some nasty old guy rubbing his penis against people at Haymarket ever, please kick him in the junk on my behalf. Thanks. I almost didn't come back to work after, I was so disgusted. Ugh.