After the treat of an extended weekend I made it into work ahead of schedule. I wound up having to transfer to another train during my commute this morning. In the process of transferring I came across a rather odd man.
Here I was minding my own business walking down the platform when this "Looney Tune's" eyes were locked on my every move. I noticed this and was sure to use my peripheral vision. As I stood on the edge of the platform looking down the tunnel for light from the ongoing train I glanced to my left. "Psycho Man" was about 10 feet from me. I felt safe. Great! I see the lights! I take a step back and wait for the train to come to a complete stop. As I get ready to go into the door, wouldn't you know it, this lunatic made sure he came into my car!
He sits directly across from me and ogles me for the next 2 stops. At this time I got a good look at him (you know, just in case I had to describe him in detail to the authorities). He was balding, yet that didn't stop him from having hair touch his back. You see, this man had a Homer Simpson going on up front and in the back, he was working with Rapunzel. WTF? Who told him that looked nice? Probably the voices in his head. He had on a gray button up shirt that he was perspiring through. Faded black trousers and a black shoes. To top this off, he had on glasses that could substitute for coke bottle bottoms. The shade of the lens were an off yellow. Eerie. Creepy. I am afraid. I am VERY afraid.
He looks me up and down and I made it my business to not make direct eye contact with him. As you know, it's in your best interest to never make eye contact with a crazy person, because you invite them. Invite them to talk to you and invite them to leer at you even more. When I did catch him looking at me, I also noticed him licking his lips. In my head I'm like "This motherf*cker thinks I'm Little Red Riding Hood and he's the wolf. I think he wants to eat me, LOL." My stop comes. To my dismay, it's his stop too. I made it a point to not exit before him. I didn't want his perverted ass looking up my dress as I walked up the steps. I make it above ground, all the while I'm making sure I keep my distance from him.
As I make my way into work I laugh to myself and think that I could have been a bit paranoid. Maybe, but I'd rather be safe than sorry. You never know who's lurking on the subways of NYC.
1 comment:
No you are not too paranoid! There are some crazy motherf'ers out there, and all they need is a reason. I don't put it past any of them I see on the train. I have seen it all from a dope fene who liked to practice "leaning," to man who jacked off while staring at me. That really grossed me out, because I made the unfortunate mistake of closing my eyes for a minute and awoke to that!
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