[QUOTE=Count Blucher]
OK, sarcasm aside, the only realistic options are to either do nothing or get up and go to another car, or get up and get a cop or a conductor. Ass that he was, he was really only showing aggressive attitude, which isn’t a crime. He made no threats about hurting you; he didn’t try to rob you. Given that, if you’d decked him (or worse pepper-sprayed him), you’d be the one the cops take downtown.
Q: Who committed the assault?
A: You.
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Sigh… I am tired of this attitude that seems so prevalent today that bad behaviour should not be challenged. Behind every lout that is behaving boorishly, there is one of two attitudes: either
-complete ignorance that they are being an ass because they are self absorbed.
-WTF are all you <insert demeaning insult here> going to do about it. I can do what I want cause I can whip yo ass.
fearfull avoidance encourages both.
Imho, the correct response, should one have the cojones/hand to hand skills, is to tell the guy in question, politely but firmly, that he is bothering people, making himself look like an ass, and to can it asap. . To which he will either:
a) be startled, apologize, and slink away
b) engage in verbal bravado, then walk away thinking that “he showed you” who was boss.
c) challenge you to make him, at which point you can phone the constabulary.
d) start a fight, at which point you can now whip his ass, as you are merely defending yourself. I did mention this needed some fighting skills, didn’t I? At least, he is the one facing the assault charge.
I had one incident of this kind, where I must say I displayed more foolhardiness than brains, since my fighting skills just might allow me to prevail against a kindegartener, if she were having a bad day. On the Montreal metro, (Subway) a guy coming back from a water park starts aggressively coming onto a lady. Lady’s brother intervenes and tell the fellow to back off, in a civil way, but the brother looks like he’s all of 15 or so. . The fellow in question was about 5’7", maybe 150lbs, and wearing swimming trunks, a nipple ring, flip-flops, and a towel, so I’m reasonably sure he isn’t carrying a concealed weapon or anything. He also seemed under the influence of some sort of dis-inhibiting substance, but didn’t appear drunk. He starts screaming at the brother, telling him he’s not her brother, just a pussy who wants to be her boyfriend, and challenging the guy to prove he was her brother. I just stared at him. Eventually, he notices me, and he says, “whaddayou lookin’at” I answered “someone who wants to start a fight, I think” He says I’m the one who wants to fight. I tell him I don’t want to fight, but I will pull the emergency stop and call security if he tries something. Then, he was stuck. The only way to prove I was wrong was to not fight, so we glared at each other until the next stop, where everyone got off. If he came at me, he probably would of had me, although I had a few tricks ready just in case. Fortunately, I’m about 6’ tall, 250lbs, and a lot of my fat happens to look like muscles under clothing, so between the logical quandary and the glare of death my 5yr old has help me develop, he decided not to try it.
After that was over, some part of me was angrily scolding the other one for being so stupid, and I had the adrenaline come-down shakes for a few moments. But loutish behaviour was challenged and stopped, and nobody got hurt or in the clink. Of course, every situation is different, and has different tactical considerations, but it’s an example.