Last night on my way home from work, I caught the train into the city and back out onto another line. I’m not sure how many of you (perhaps a slim few, if any) are familiar with the trains in Brisbane, but we usually have two trains linked together to make one. But for some strange reason, last night we were given just the one train. In the middle of peak-hour. So… I boarded the jam-packed train -that resembled something like a sardine tin- and started home. At this point, I was being pushed against the train door but could still breathe. Which is a definate plus. I then felt someone touching me. It wasnt oyur usual commuter-accidently-brushing-another-commuter-because-it’s-so-packed sort of touch, it was someone running their hand along the base of my spine. I looked up into the glass and saw a man in his early twenties, leering at me, licking his lips looking directly at my reflection. By now, I was quite startled. But then…he pushed himself, and his genitals against me an proceeded to tell me in graphic detail what he was going to do to me :eek: what did I do? Pulled out my trusty mobile phoen adn proceeded to tell my friend to “PICK ME UP FROM THE NEXT EFFING STATION BEFORE I VOMIT OR IMPALE THE MAN WITH MY HEEL” (yes, CAPS used ). I got off at the next station and the man followed me until he realised that I was getting into a car. He then proceed to whisper “you’re next” as he walked past and continued into the night.
Possibly the single most horrific moment of my entire life. And I’m curious as to whether anyone else has ever had any bad experiences with strangers on train?
SORRY! In no way meant to slander StrangerOnATrain apologies!
Something similar happened to a friend of mine in the NYC subway. She solved the problem by driving her heel about half an inch into the fucker’s calf. That guy bled all the way across Union Square.
I tried to take a photo of him but it would have been WAY too obvious. I was facing a window. I considered taking a picture of his refeection but…well I’m sure we all know why that wouldnt work. I didnt really get a great description of him as he was wearing a beanie and a big jacket.
But I did speak to the guard at my local station this morning and apparently its not the first time that this has been reported. I just wonder how long it will take until some girl gets raped or worse. I mean, I’m 17 and can hold my own…but what about the 13 and 14 year old girls on their way home from school?
Heh, I would’ve put my heel through his shin…but i was wearing a knee length skirt that has a split at the back. I did not want to be ripping that in peak hour… And what a waste of shoes
I have been in a situation involving a jealous ex and a nasty confrontation between us. In that occasion…I gave him the ole grab ‘n’ twist. Worked a treat
One part of me never wants to experience it again, another part of me wants to have the same guy do it to me just so I can stun-gun his balls. Now THAT would be a lesson worth giving…
Why on god’s green earth would you care about being “obvious”? Snap his pic as you exit the train, run-don’t-walk to the nearest constable and say “this man sexually battered me and threatened to rape me on the train.”
I’m a little concerned about some of the things you’ve said here: you didn’t want to take the guy’s photo because it would be obvious and you didn’t want to kick him because you’d ruin your skirt?
I do not want to sound at all like I’m “blaming the victim” but you sound like a reasonably bright young lady, and you had a potential opportunity to help stop a bad guy. In a crowd such as that, he would have been trapped. You should have yelled your head off, taken his photo, kicked him, and made a bloody racket that would leave no doubt in anyone’s mind that this person was accosting you.
If the train was crowded why not just tell everyone on the train that he is groping you?
My worst exierence on the train was, well to be honest, I was not the victim.
The other morning on a moderatly crowded train I had a seat. There was one seat next to me and a cute little girl and her nanny got on and the girl sat down. At the next stop a seat across the way opened and nobody went for it so I got up and crossed over so the nanny could sit. I had to squeeze by a guy with a big backpack and as I did he turned and I squirmed to aviod him and in the process, I hit a guy in the head. He was just sitting there reading and my loosely clenched fist hit him on the top of the head. Not hard but not a glancing blow by any means. I apologized profusely of course and then as I was sitting down, next to him, the train started and I sort of fell into his lap. Again more apologies. He never said a word to me. Just looked at me, trying to judge if I was drunk or stoned at 8:30 in the morning or just a clutz, and deciding on the later he went back to his magazine.
<--------------- Rubbing still-obvious bruise on temple. Well, you spilled your Soy Venti Mocha Gingerbread Almond Frappé all over my naugahyde Malano Blahnik bomber jacket and you stepped on my new Nike Air Jordan’s, but really. I’m okay. I’m glad I was able to break your fall.
You masher, you !!
Atheist Princess, how sick of that guy. Next time, try to make yourself confront him and GET HIS PHOTO. Zebra the klutz had a great idea- simply scream out that he’s pressing his erection against you and threatening to rape you. Trust me, that subway car woulda been FULL of people who would grab and hold that man.
Even if you didn’t get a picture, if you got anything of a look at him, talk to the police anyway. I wouldn’t be surprised if you’re not the first person he’s done this to, and maybe it’ll help them catch him.
I think something like yelling out, “Excuse me this guy is rubbing his genitals on me. Would some of you guys come and grab him while I ring the cops?” may have a salutory effect.
Ugh. Brings up a nasty memory. Very packed rush hour subway in Vienna. I am crammed up against a mass of people; there is an unsavory type sort of behind and next to me who is staring at me leering-- while I was in Europe I’d gotten used to being stared at by people from various places who were very attracted to blondes generically. He’s being very creepy and leering and shuffly; I finally get off at my stop and upon getting to my destination and starting to take off my long coat I realize there’s this. . . goo on it. . . like. . . absolutely disgusted— just shuddering in pure repulsion— I kind of wash it off in the washroom and start telling myself it must be slobber from someone’s dog on the train (pretty common in Austria. To this day I don’t want to know. I mean. . . echhhh. It makes me think that the all-female carriages in some Japanese? Middle-eastern? subwways are a great idea. Poor girls.
). I got off at the next station and the man followed me until he realised that I was getting into a car. He then proceed to whisper “you’re next” as he walked past and continued into the night.
apologies!