That’s why I *always* say something when I see something or suspect something - we can’t trust anyone else to do anything! We can’t just have this knowledge or this suspicion and sit on it until the day the reporters come to ask how we never knew our neighbor was up to evil.

Can she help me too because I get harassed a lot in Boston and I’m so very tired of having no help and then, after I stand up for myself, the bystanders eyeballing me like I’m the incipient threat.

I have had similar experiences. It’s getting to the point that anytime a guy on the T seems to notice me, I feel a little spurt of adrenaline and begin analyzing tactical choices. It’s draining.

I like the way you look at things.

God, that reminds me of when I was 12 or 13 and my mom and I were waiting to be seated in a restaurant. I was really tired, so I slumped over and rested my head on my arms on my knees, and she went to the bathroom. A couple of minutes later, someone started rubbing my back and I, NATURALLY, assumed that it was my…

Or even just some damn cameras so we have proof after the fact. I have this recurring daymare wherein someone assaults me and I whup ass and then get in trouble for excessive force or whatever because he was “just trying to be nice”.

Yeah, that’s happened to me several times - I don’t even register that I’m the one being yelled at, so then they yell abuse.

I have been harassed on the T more times that I care to count and have never been helped. No one’s ever even said anything nice to me after the fact. Sure, you don’t want to draw fire from a tweaker, sure. But is it too damn much to make eye contact with me and smile encouragingly when he gets off and I start audibly…

My sister really hates my guts - not normal sister crap, emotionally abusive crap - and she used to give s**tty guys MY phone number!!! When I confronted her about it, she said, “God, it’s not a big deal, I assumed you could handle it, you’re always talking crap about how tough you are.” (I mean, maybe I do a little…

Oh, do I have train stories for you. Here is one, randomly curated for your horror.

Your screen name is excellent.

I have an opposite problem, wherein a medication I take and the physiological conditions it endgenders suppress my metabolism, but I also have gastritis and can’t let my stomach stay empty for long without experiencing ripping pain. I bet it’s much more socially acceptable for your lean-weight self to produce apron…

I only liked apples raw or sauced. I can’t stand them once they’re baked in a pie or a fritter or a cake or anything like that. And I love apples, and I love carbs. Similar to your salmon thing.

I want to give you all the stars.

I didn’t know inducing panic was a felony. I should probably stop saying, “Meth,” when my mom asks me what I’m doing.

I would bet good money that he either doesn’t really know what a malted milkshake is or can’t tell the difference, and that no McDonald’s has them, but he orders it because it sounds cool or he likes to be a pain or it’s nostalgic and his staff gets him a normal milkshake and say, “Here it is, Mr. President! Your…

Pretty sure the best McDonald’s order is no McDonald’s order ...

Right? Since it’s Mexican bologna, couldn’t they have just donated it to a nearby Mexican charity? It’s 227lb of FOOD!

I think you’re confusing ‘bologna’ and ‘bulls***’.

I weep for humanity.