Eithne Shortall: sometimes all it takes is a look to violate your peace of mind
Being stared at is low on the scale of indignities to suffer at the hands of men, but some random creep on the Dart managed to ruin my day all the same
I had just spent a lovely afternoon in Dún Laoghaire with my son. Having visited two playgrounds, enjoyed the sea views from the top floor of the town’s Lexicon library and ham and cheese toasties from the café on the ground floor, it was time to head home. We boarded the Dart. At a later station, we got a connecting train.
It was approaching rush hour and the Dart was starting to fill up. My ...