Weirdo on the Brighton Express...
Back in my junior year of high school (3 year of high school here in the States, meaning i was about 16/17) I had the uncomfortable dealing with some random older man who gave me the creeps. I didnt go to a city public school, I went to a private Jesuit prep school in manhattan. This was my choice, and it really is a great school.

Since I didnt live in Manhattan, I took the subway into school everyday (occassionally mom would have something in the city and she'd drop me off), this tale doesnt involve going to school, it involves coming home. Now typically i would done with class by about 2:45 everyday. Great. I would walk 2 blocks to Union Square and grab the Brighton Express from there home. Since it is early afternoon, the trains arent that crowded, and there is plenty of room for everyone to sit with plenty of space around them.

I get on and take a seat and this older guy, 40ish, shaved head, kinda looking like Private Pyle in Full Metal Jacket, gets on with me. Well instead of him taking a seat like everyone else, he stands in front of me. Just looking at me. This causes me to think, perhaps he wants to see the map behind me. so I slide down the bench seat and let him have full view of the map. No. He moves in front of me several moments later. I become slightly alarmed.

Seeing that this guy looks like he is about 3 cards short of a full deck, i decide to switch cars (carriages for all you UK types) and grab my bookbag, and shuffle through the door into the next car forward. No prob. I grab a seat and relax. Until 2 minutes later, he follows into the car and sits across from me. Staring. Now as a 16 year old kid, I am starting to freak out. As we are getting closer to my stop, and i am panicking. Well I decide to move again. And again, the creepo with the paedo smile follows. Now I am getting scared. Really scared. We are approaching my stop, and I just cannot get off and have this loon follow me. So I walk into the next car as the train is pulling into my station. I make like i am going to sit down, I duck out the door as they close behind me, just as the nutjob enters the car he sees me outside and stares at me like I was a ham sandwhich and he hadnt eaten in a month.

Not very pleasant and for the next few weeks I was taking several lines home just so I wouldnt have to risk seeing him again.
(Subway Riding the rails underground, Fri 1 Feb 2008, 4:34, 4 replies)

just think
He might be a serial killer with loads of body parts in his fridge.
(frankspencer, Fri 1 Feb 2008, 12:35, closed)

body parts in fridge...
gee, way to make her feel better.
( flirting with badgers What? It sounded good at the time., Mon 4 Feb 2008, 0:34, closed)

Nice job getting away!
I would have waved goodbye just to rub it in.

Ham sandwich, haha
(Stu Moo winner of five nobble piece prizes, Mon 4 Feb 2008, 16:03, closed)

Don't listen to Frankspencer. He's just winding you up.
Everyone knows that serial killers keep their body parts in the freezer, not the fridge!
(Musuko, Tue 5 Feb 2008, 16:26, closed)