The traffic light turns green. My husband and I and our grandson (3), sitting on my rollator, cross the street at the zebra crossing. A blonde teenager on a bicycle runs through a red light. My husband grabs him by his shirt. The boy shouts: “Don’t touch me, pedophile!” A car stops and a passer-by also interferes. “Pedophile!” My husband tells him to stop for a zebra crossing and certainly for a walker. The boy says: ‘I don’t care’, while filming my husband. I feel sorry for teachers who have to deal with such miesgassers.
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A version of this article also appeared in the July 1, 2023 issue.