Disclaimer: This will go from passive-aggressive to aggressive.
On my way to work one day, the train was delayed. By the time it got to the station, the train car was packed. The car had the same layout as the photo below. I was standing perpendicular to the doors, squished with my back against the bars on the ends of the seats. Let’s call them “grates”. Right after the doors closed, I felt a hand go under my jacket. The guy tried to grab my ass but missed. I turned to look him dead in the eye but he just grinned.
This man had an unsettling face, perhaps even more so because he was proud and not the slightest ounce ashamed of lewd actions. To further paint a picture, he was a bone skinny punk, probably in his mid-40s, and not very tall. I got really creeped out but there was no room to move and I couldn’t get off at the next stop for another 3–5 minutes. I felt him try to attempt a 2nd grab, and I swatted his hand away pretty roughly. He still had the same, creepy grin on his face.
Only seconds later, he tried again and grabbed me twice, once on each butt cheek. This time, I was furious. I stared him down and shouted “care to tell everyone here what you just did to me.” He just kept smiling and didn’t respond. I probably looked like a crazy person with my loud outburst but people were now paying attention. About a minute later, he still had the nerve to try again but this time, people were watching and one woman nearby shouted “hey” at him.
He took this new attention as a sign to hold onto my ass instead of pulling away, knowing the train car was so busy that it would be hard for someone to intervene. This weirdo now has his hand latched onto my ass and that’s when I got so grossed out that I flew into a rage. Since he stuck his hand through the grate, I grabbed his wrist so that it would be difficult to get his hand through the grate and as he tried to pull back, his hand got stuck on a bar.
I intended to grip his wrist until I could get out at the next stop but he kept twisting his hand and even tried to bite my hand. Thankfully, his skinny, creepy face didn’t fit through the grate. He did slip away for a second, but I then got a hold of his thumb, afraid he was going to try something again. While I gripped his thumb, he vigorously tried to pull away and ended up cracking his thumb, only mildly. I heard the crack and told him “good luck grabbing anything now.”
I then had this adrenaline rush go through me and I told him to get off the train before I purposely crack the other one. He was bent over in pain but refused to get off the train, stood up and started threatening me! A gentleman then stormed over from a few feet away and proceeded to violently drag him out by his shirt. He unnecessarily apologized for not being able to help sooner. I thanked him for “taking out the trash” and he kindly accompanied me to fill out a report profiling the idiot.