One of my wife's colleagues...
...is quite tall for a woman, 5'10"-ish perhaps, but otherwise shows no signs of freakish man-like strength.

Once, she happened to be in an absolutely-five-thirty-jam-packed-my-god-it's-hot-in-here central line carriage, jammed against the doors. At the next station, said doors slide open and people begin the usual jockeying to extract themselves from the vile oven that they call a transportation device.

Meanwhile on the (crowded, natch...) platform, a suited-and-booted braying-Henry-type decides not to wait patiently for folk to disembark, since the world in fact revolved around him. So, he launches himself at the wall of sweaty flesh and tries to get his precious self onto the train post-haste.

As he threw himself at the miserable commuters, a small but surprisingly strong pair of hands shot out and slipped under his arms, arresting his progress and leaving him dangling in mid air for a moment. Without saying a word, the tall, slim young woman attached to these hands then placed him back on the platform - at which point he, startled by the unexpected turn of events, promptly fell flat on his arse.

Those trying to leave the train could now exit unimpeded, and were promptly replaced by new travellers (victims?). The doors slid shut, leaving twunt still sat on the platform wondering where it all went wrong.

As the train pulled away, my wife's colleague was apparently the embarrassed recipient of a sustained round of applause...
(Aljrob, Fri 22 Jan 2010, 12:14, Reply)