My grandfather’s recomendation is a grab’n’yank, but that requires thought. I’m kind’a dangerous in that I go into Og Smash mode when surprised, I just lash out. A friend who once jumped on top of me when I was swimming in the pool still has the four parallel scars from my nails…
It’s not a huge problem, but it is embarrassing. Believe me, it ain’t a thrill.
Back on subject, I also would add my throat-punch to whosoever was loudly accused of groping in my vicinity.
Oops.
Box cutter…box cutter…
Where’ve I heard that term before?
This happens to my wife all the time when I’m not there on the A train. Though the last time she got groped, it was by a very attractive woman. Alas, they did not exchange numbers.
One fool actually grabbed her chest on the LIRR. She broke his nose.