My first day feeling like a human again was spent at work until 6:15pm. That’s a touch later than usual. Know what happens when I work a touch later than usual?
All the skip-stop trains are finished running for the rush hour.
I waited 15 minutes for my first train, then another 10 for the connecting one, only to see that it was so packed that there was no way I was getting on it. So I waited for another train to arrive. And got a good train! With seats! Woo! A local train… but, still a train! To home! Where my family is! Except… the only seat left on said local train was next to a woman who apparently doesn’t like touching men because she wouldn’t move to her left or her right so there wasn’t actually a seat. I could have pushed the issue, and definitely would have if it had been a day earlier when me being able to stand wouldn’t have been an option, but I was feeling good so I stayed standing.
And then two stops later That Guy got on the train.
The guy who has to feel everyone up as he walks by, but does it in a way that it would be SUPER HARD to prosecute. He used his backpack to rub up against my calves. Thank goodness for knee-high boots underneath my dress pants.
And then he started out-of-tune humming along to his music which no one else could hear because he was being (considerate?) by not blasting his music to the train.
And then he started going from out-of-tune humming to saying “SEDUCTION! SEDUCTION!” and I went from bothered to pissed.
At the next stop the chick with the man issue got off the train and a woman who had gotten on the train after me looked at me to bargain for the seat. I waved my Vanna hand at it and said “ENJOY!” and walked to the other side of the car, which happened to be extremely packed, but no one was trying to be sexually inappropriate in any manner physically or vocally.
I knew if I had stayed near the man who was what other people would consider the equivalent of eating spaghetti on the train
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) I would have had to go Kung Fu Popstar on his ass… and for crying out loud I just wanted to go home so I chose to move myself out of that situation.
Moral of the story: If someone’s bothering you, you have three choices…
2. Act all bothered and pissy and passive-aggressive
3. Remove yourself from the situation and choose a more important battle in life
Today option number 3 was my choice. And it’s a choice I made after a lot of times making choice 1 or choice 2 and finally learning that there is another option.