I am standing in a long queue at the bank waiting to see a teller. I am second from the end. The male behind me is eating a subway sandwich. He starts to touch me with his leg, rubbing his leg up and down mine. I turn around and ask him what he thinks he is doing because he is freaking me out. He says something like “its cool don’t worry”. However I am worried. I look down at my leg and notice I have some of the contents of his sandwich on my leg. I finally get to the front of the queue. As I move towards the teller the same male tries to push in front of me. I tell him where to go. I ask the teller if I can please have my loan deferred for at least a month. The teller refuses. Continue reading »