So this event happened a couple of months ago on New Year’s Eve but it is definitely up there on the list of weird shit I’ve witnessed.
I was on the train after work with a couple of my coworkers and this mid-20s woman took a window seat near me. She was clearly dressed for celebrations and had in tow an oversized handbag that could fit a small child in it resting on the open seat next to her. A mere minute or two later, a homeless man (and yes I am assuming here) comes stumbling through the connecting door from the next car (Despite the fact this is not allowed, the homeless seem to be quite fond of moving through cars in this way…).
Now, despite there being several open seats on this particular car, this man only seems interested in the seat next to this woman. And you could tell she didn’t want him to sit down. But he patiently hovered over the seat until she reluctantly caved and moved her bag. Here. I made a poor computer drawing of our seating arrangement so you can understand.
Once he settles in everyone goes back to zoning out until I notice out of the corner of my eye this guy is acting kind of funny. He has his left hand resting under his right leg. Ok…? As a rider even slightest abnormal behavior should put you on high alert because people are crazy and you just never know. So I’m on the alert and as I’m watching him out of the corner of my eye I watch as he slides his hand further under his leg and begins to feel the hem of this woman’s mid-thigh length skirt.
While I am watching this event unfold I keep hoping and wishing this woman would tell him to fuck off or slap him or even merely just get up and move. She does nothing. Just sits there and looks extremely uncomfortable. After a few painful moments of watching her take no action I looked this man square in the eyes and said, “Keep your hands to yourself.”
Immediately after these words left my mouth I had the sudden and horrifying thought that this man is probably mentally unstable and could be capable of doing any number of crazy things including shanking me. But to my great relief and astonishment he just looked at me, nodded his head and put his hands in his lap. Then got up and moved on to the next car…
It turned out that this woman and I got off at the same stop and as we deboarded the train she said thank you and then we parted ways to ring in the New Year.
So with that, I’d now like to go on a soapbox and encourage all women, as a fellow woman myself, to stand up for yourself. You don’t have to be polite just because you feel sorry for someone. In fact I’ve only found that politeness encourages stranger things to happen. So, for the love of all that is good and holy, let’s take a stand for ourselves! Don’t put up with bullshit. Ok that’s my soapbox.
Oh! And this entry has an endnote! It’s worth mentioning while I was at work a couple days later my male coworker who had been sitting next to me on the train during this told me that when I told crazy man to keep his hands to himself he initially thought I was talking to him and was like “Whoa! My hands are here!” until he realized I was talking to the crazy man.
I was amused. The end.