Last night, I experienced one of the scariest nights of my life. It started out funny but ended with a mad dash home. Please brace yourself for what you are about to read.
I worked in the lower east side until midnight last night. I usually drive into the city but last night I decided to see how long it would take to get to and from work by taking the subway. To get to work it only took 30 minutes. The ride home was different. Because of construction the trains were running all weird and you had to go uptown to go downtown. When I finally boarded my correct train I was relieved.
As soon as I sat down I starting laughing at this man who hit on this woman who shot him down immediately. She kind of looked like if a busted version of Beyonce and a prostitute had a baby. Anyway, I laughed and looked away. The man then slide over to where I was sitting and asked me if the train was local or express. I told him all the information I knew about the train then turned away. He then asked me where I was from and so on. About two or three questions in he asked me if I wanted to get drinks. I should mention at this point it is 12:45am. I politely said "No. I'm sorry. I have to be up early and I'm sick". He then said "It's always I'm sorry. I mean I know I'm not American or anything but really. Why can't we just go out and get a drink? It's always I'm sorry. I'm sorry."
At this point, I thought it was outrageous that he was calling me "racist" for not wanting to get drinks with a complete creepo stranger hitting on me at 12:45 on a New York City subway. I replied "I have a boyfriend" and looked out the window. The rest of the ride I tried to avoid eye contact at all cost.
We finally got to a station where there was a train across the platform that was going the exact same way we were and would drop me off at my stop. So I hopped off and went on that train so I wouldn't have to deal with the crazy anymore. Well, when I got off, he followed me. I noticed his creepy face towards the back of my car. So, before the doors closed I ran across back to my original train. He switched again too. This time he went in the car ahead of me. At this point, I thought I was going to die. I never thought so quickly about my next movements in my life.
The train announcer says the train I'm on is now going express and will NOT stop at my stop. I starting freaking out. I didn't know what to do. So at the next stop, I exited the train, made sure freak wasn't behind me, ran upstairs, banged on the front of a taxi and jumped in. The whole taxi ride I kept imaging the driver turning around and being the man I was running from. This is why I can't watch scary movies. I think they'd actually happen in real life.
My taxi driver was SO nice. He must have sensed I was freaked out and made sure I got into my apartment okay before pulling away. I hope all of my female friends watch themselves on the train and be careful. That was the scariest 20 or so minutes of my life.
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