What has been your worst experience on public transit?
Wow, how timing this question is since I was deliberating yesterday whether or not I should post this.
But anyway, the worst would have to be what transpired yesterday. Worst so far.
I was boarding on this jeepney while I had a handful of bags on my arm and hands. Since it was really apparent that I was having a hard time, a nice, fine looking chubby man at the end row helped me with one of the bags by holding it for me to let me sit down beside him. I gladly gave him the bag (it was too impossible for him to run away with it anyway since he's holding a package of his own) and thanked him. When I sat down, I took it and thanked him again.
On the way to the office, now aboard that jeep, even though he moved some seats apart, I noticed him looking, or maybe staring, at me. Yeah, the nice man. Humbly speaking though, I do lately get looks and stares from some other guys but I usually feign ignorance when they do as I don't want to be too sure of these things and make these thoughts swell my head even more. Anyway, so as what I do to every one else, I ignored him and acted as though I didn't know he was looking. So nothing to it. Later, I ended up napping a little in the jeepney.
In the middle of the trip, while half-awake, I felt someone's arm somewhere at my back, resting on the metal part of the jeep. Since I was not sure, I tried pressing my back on to the metal. I thought right after doing so because an arm was actually on the metal. I looked and realized that that guy already moved back to his original seat, which was beside mine. With all the stuff that is resting on my lap, I tried with futility to move myself forward because of all the things I don't like while riding a jeepney is a guy's arm resting on a jeep's metal body, placed somewhere behind my back. This is because it looks as though that guy who's resting his arm will look like as though he wants to put his hands around my shoulder. That kind of thing. Anyway, a little nothing to it again since maybe he did want to rest his arm for a moment. AND I WAS REALLY F*CKIN' SLEEPY so I resumed my deep sleep.
A quarter to the trip, I suddenly awoke as I finally felt a hand on my shoulder. But since I came from a deep sleep, again, I wasn't sure. Maybe it was just the warm metal front part of the jeep that I felt. This time though, I was wary of whoever it was that was trying to hold me. Though, for the life of me now, I couldn't remember if it was still the culprit I had in mind as I was really sleepy and he was 2 or 3 seats apart, I think. Anyway, this time, coming from a daze, I tried my best to be awake.
So finally, I reached the building of our office. So I tried to go down the jeep with all the stuff on my hands. While I was going out of the jeep, I felt a hand reaching and crumpling the lower part of my skirt (Thank God, it didn't touch my crotch part). It happened somewhere where the box was, the box which the guy was holding, the guy who tried to help me out earlier. So I knew it was him who did it. I went down the jeepney with this full shock on my face. Then I turned around and looked back at the jeep with this utter disbelief plastered in my face. Even though I looked, I can't see him as I was really still in a daze. Combine that with shock, so I really didn't know who I was looking for.
When I went up my office, still with that look on my face, the front desk officer looked at me and asked what was wrong. I told her what happened. And even told her that I wasn't even sure if there was really a hand that tried to grab my skirt since I was thinking that maybe it was just a box that swept my skirt away.
In the end, all I have to say is that the moral lesson of this story is: Always Get a Good Sleep.
So that things like this, or something worse, will not happen to you.