Is it ironic that...

When I was a young college student 30 years ago, my father was so over protective that he didn't want me to have a car because something bad could happen. Consequently, I used cross country buses to get to and from college on spring and summer breaks. During one trip from Philly to Altoona, a man told me he like me as he rubber his trousers. Subsequently, Mom would joke that I always sat by the driver. I never said why because I was afraid they'd make me go to school somewhere closer to home because it would be safer.