Speaking of the Hoyt-Schermerhorn subway station, my friend Chantee instant messaged me this morning about a fondling she received there last night on her way home. We had been bowling with friends at Port Authority until well into the night, and Chantee is a classy lady, so she had worn a white button-down shirt with a grey patterned tie and was lookin' good.
She took the A train to Hoyt-Schermerhorn after we finished our last incredibly low-scoring game, and as she was waiting for the G, an MTA night worker strolled by her on the platform and said, "Hey, beautiful." Now, Chantee is a lovely lady with assets that are taken note of on an hourly–no, secondly–basis, so this sort of thing is old hat for her. She smiled politely and kept watching for the train, thinking that she hadn't inadvertently issued any invitations for rape. She was wrong.
The man turned back around to face her and tried to start a conversation. She humbly ignored him–something I'm apparently unable to do–and I guess he didn't like it, because he reached out and stroked her face and neck. Unbelievable. She said, "You need to go back to work and keep your hands to yourself," because she knows how to handle her business. And what did he reply? "I can't help it. I just want to take that tie and do things to you!"
I assume the "things" he'd like to do to her are:
a) Get a new job in which a suit is required and help her start a small cupcake shop with his earnings.
b) Allow a junkie tie off one last time before the three of them take him to rehab to turn his life around.
c) Wrap it around his head Rambo-style and help her teach some troubled neighborhood youths the perils of the Vietnam War.
But still. That ain't right.
– Katie Ett, unapologeticallymundane.com
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Even by the incredibly low standards that must be applied to MTA employees who work the graveyard shift, that is shocking. He touched her??!! She totally should have taken that guy's picture and reported him. Or just reported him. Those stations are filled with CCTV cameras.
Then again, who wants to deal with the nightmare of the MTA any more than she absolutely has to? Once I had to go to the (then brand new) MTA customer service center in lower Manhattan. I am not one to yell; I find that being calm and reasonable is a much better approach for getting what I want. But I ended up literally yelling at the man behind the counter, which was followed by threatened with arrest if I didn't leave immediately. (Since I was on a lunch break, I decided against going all Ghandi on the guy.)
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