You know, cat calls are one thing...

Last night I discovered yet another reason to loathe Allston. Standing on the corner of Harvard Ave, waiting for a cab, I felt someone grab my ass. Not a little pinch, but a two-handed fistful of my entire ass. I looked next to me and saw it wasn't Drew. Nope. Turned around, and saw some strange guy running away. Had my reaction time been faster, I totally would've punched him. Jesus Christ.