A Man on a Train Took off His Shirt and Kept Pressing His Sweaty Torso Against a Woman – Until She Put Her Plan Into Action, Making Him Scream, ‘Please, Don’t! Don’t Do This to Me!’

“Would you mind telling Curtis exactly what you saw? Nothing more.”

    I continued typing.

“Of course, sweetie.”

The man beside her lowered his newspaper.

“I heard the jokes earlier,” he said. “I didn’t see him leaning against you, though.”

    “That’s okay. Just tell Curtis what you heard.”

He nodded.

For the first time that afternoon, I wasn’t wondering how to avoid another confrontation.

I was deciding how to handle one.

    “I heard the jokes earlier.”

***

Curtis returned 15 minutes later.

I raised my hand.

    “Curtis, could you help me again?”

Lucas pulled out an earbud.

“Oh, come on! Give it a rest, lady!”

    I raised my hand.

Curtis stopped.

“What’s happened?”

    “He ignored your warning.”

Lucas laughed.

“That’s ridiculous.”

    “What’s happened?”

I showed Curtis my notes.

“I wrote down what happened because I wanted to give you an accurate account.”