answer:This is not ok. My own, most recent story: I was in a store in Georgetown, during the middle of a busy Saturday afternoon. A teenage gangbanger rubbed his hand up my thigh and over my buttocks. When I turned and looked at gangbanger, he was making direct eye contact and smirking, just daring me to do something. Although my husband was about 5 feet away, I did nothing. Hubby would have rushed to defend me; gangbanger was with his friends and possibly armed; the situation would have ended very badly.