So, yesterday I was boarding the F train at West 4th Street. I and a few other people waited for the passengers to disembark before we entered the doors of the train. Then out of nowhere this stocky guy wearing a short sleeve tee shirt, shorts, shaved head and tattoos on his neck came barreling through us.
I was carrying two bags. One was a bag with my laptop, among other things; the other had books in it. The laptop bag is a Crumpler messenger bag that I wear so that it is on my back, the other one I had in my hand.
Just as I was about to sit down, this guy who forced his way out of the train at the last minute, started yelling obscenities at me and said “if you do that again, I’m going to kill you!” I looked at him and said, “what are you talking about?”
“You know what I’m talking about”, he shouted. I told him that it wasn’t my fault that he started to leave the train after everyone else did before we got on. He continued to stand in the door, preventing the train doors from closing. Then he decided to stay on the train instead of getting off. He came straight over to me. Here I was in a suit and tie, bags hanging from me and this guy was picking a fight with me.
He took a swing at my face which I stopped by extending my hand out, deflecting his blow. Then he pushed me into the wall with two very hard blows to the chest.
I wasn’t scared but I told him I didn’t want any trouble. “What are you going to do about it?”, “I don’t want to hurt you!”, he said. I said, “Stop hitting me, then.”
Then he said, “you made me miss my stop.” I told him, “you made yourself miss your stop. You were already off the train and you came back on for this.”
He said, “sit down”! I told him, “I don’t want to sit down,” and continued to stand.
#1. I wasn’t going to back down and look like a wimp.
#2. If I sat down, he could have smashed my head into the wall. I wasn’t going to allow him that opportunity.
#3. I looked him straight in the eyes the whole time, without backing down. I don’t think he knew how to handle that. I believe he could tell that I didn’t want to fight, which is no doubt what he was looking for but I was calm and non reactive.
#4. I shot up a silent prayer to the Lord asking him to get rid of this guy. He answered my prayer.
From the way he acted and spoke, I have a feeling he’s been in jail before.
Many people were looking on, but nobody else got involved. The guy was really intimidating and I could see the fear in some of their eyes.
Finally, he walked to the doors as they were about to open at the next station. At this point I decided to sit down. The doors opened and he got out as he kept glaring at me. Unreal.
It was then that people asked me if I was alright. I told them I was fine. I continued on my ride without another thought about it.