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I said you might get horrified updates. HERE IS MY FIRST, OMFG. We shall call them Drunk #1 and Drunk #2. D#2 is actually not so bad, at least he is attempting to rein in D#1, who is...creepy. At first he seemed to recognize the universal 'laptop open, headphones on' signal for leave me the fuck alone. This is before he started randomly reaching across the aisle and *tapping* me to get my attention for nearly unintelligable slurring statements, most of which I was unable to decipher. When I started to ignore the tapping, the touching moved to actively reaching over and...pawing my shoulder. I think the pulling out of a fistfull of Red Vines and insisting I take them was a peace offering...except when you say 'no, thank you' and he keeps shoving them at you and then drops them on your tray table...well. And then came the pawing plus the 'invitations' to come sit over on his seat with him and share what I was watching on the laptop. Followed by the whining when I wouldn't. And continued poking.
I am about five seconds away from LOSING MY SHIT. I suck at confrontation, I'm already in a high anxiety state from traveling. I've spent most of this almost completely frozen and getting increasingly skeeved out. D#2 keeps telling him to leave me alone and pulling him back. When I got back from smoking at the stop he'd switched places with D#1 so he could not longer *grope* my shoulder at least. I am at this moment hopeful this means I can leave my headphones on and properly ignore. If it starts up again I...don't even know. The prospect of speaking to a complete stranger (the conductor) may end up being less scary to me and I'll have to do that.
Cross your fingers that D#2 will keep him back from now on, and that the fact that my seatmate is now awake will further discourage the guy.
What the everloving fuck. You may be getting spammed through this trip. It's gonna be a loooooooong night.
I am about five seconds away from LOSING MY SHIT. I suck at confrontation, I'm already in a high anxiety state from traveling. I've spent most of this almost completely frozen and getting increasingly skeeved out. D#2 keeps telling him to leave me alone and pulling him back. When I got back from smoking at the stop he'd switched places with D#1 so he could not longer *grope* my shoulder at least. I am at this moment hopeful this means I can leave my headphones on and properly ignore. If it starts up again I...don't even know. The prospect of speaking to a complete stranger (the conductor) may end up being less scary to me and I'll have to do that.
Cross your fingers that D#2 will keep him back from now on, and that the fact that my seatmate is now awake will further discourage the guy.
What the everloving fuck. You may be getting spammed through this trip. It's gonna be a loooooooong night.
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Maybe you could make an elegant text graphic that says "FUCK OFF" and share that with him on your laptop?
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Just...THIS IS WHY I DONT LEAVE THE HOUSE EVER.
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My own most recent terrible co-passenger story was thankfully only on a half-hour train journey, but similarly it involved two drunk guys, one of whom was worse than the other. He kept asking me all these questions and made really inappropriate jokes about the woman opposite him who was trying to sleep, and was trying to badger me into giving him my glasses to try on, wtf. It was unpleasant. His friend kept apologising for him, at least - then, somewhat disturbingly, he admitted that they were both police officers.
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Which pisses me off even more. Asshole pretty much put me in a no win situation.
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*hugs*
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What is weird? I think what made me most uncomfortable/freaked me out/pissed me off the *most* was not the shoulder groping, but the attempts to 'share' snacks. Because I very obviously had my own snacks in my back that I'd been pulling out and munching on. I very clearly said no thank you the first time he tried to offer me one of his stupid red vines.
So the only reason to continue randomly literally *placing* the shit on my tray felt more like a skeevy attempt to control me and my reactions than anything else. I dunno. The whole thing was gross.
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*hugs*
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(I remain grateful to this day to the very large member of the QUB rugby team who loomed over the drunk who had plunked himself beside me on the last (slow) bus home one night and said 'Man, you're annoying my wee sister, fuck off' and proceeded to sit behind me and glare at him until he moved.)