Then he said you wanna dance?

c’mon

no, really he did. Do you wanna dance.

So did you, dance?

no, man. The guy was like a Neanderthal. Had muscles that started at his ears. Jesus, he would have stomped me all over

so what did you do

what could I do? Doors closed and the train started moving.

So?

So I tried moving up the car. But it was crowded so I couldn’t get far. He was just a few feet behind me and closing, no one was standing in his way.

Fuck man.

no kidding. So he says it again much louder this time. Hey sweetheart are you fucking deaf? I’m fucking talking to you!

this time people look up. But nobody does anything.

maybe they were scared. Maybe they didn’t want any trouble. Maybe they didn’t know what to do.

maybe. But maybe they glad as hell he was yelling at somebody else and not them. I mean, no one even pressed the panic bar.

fuck

so I inch up. Far as I could go, hoping maybe he wouldn’t see me. Hoping maybe he’d get bored.