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!’

She nodded.

    “That’s true.”

“All right.”

I thanked her.

I was done arguing.

This time, I’d let the facts speak.

***

I took out my phone.

Mom had sent a message.

    I was done arguing.

“Save room for dinner, Gabby. I made enough food for an army.”

I smiled despite myself.

“Save me some dessert, Mom.”

Then I opened a blank note.

I recorded:

    the approximate times
    Lucas’s remarks
    And Curtis’s warning.

    “Save me some dessert, Mom.”

I also noted what happened afterward.

Lucas looked over.

    “What are you doing?”

“Using my phone.”

“Writing complaints about me? Or little daydreams?”

I didn’t answer.

    Lucas looked over.

He laughed.

    “Seriously? You’re wasting your time.”

I continued typing.

A few minutes later, Lucas put his earbuds in.

I leaned toward the woman across the aisle.