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I was riding home on the blue line and chatting with the person sitting behind me, but he got up to leave at L’Enfant. The guy who got on at that stop and sat down behind me immediately reached up and groped the back of my neck – dragged his fingertips and palms across my skin. I turned around and said the first thing that came to my mind: “No, none of that, you!” He smirked and sat back, but didn’t do anything else. I watched his reflection in the windows across from me to be sure, but I didn’t want to get up and admit that he’d spooked me. When I got off at my station a few stops later, he was hunched down with his headphones on and the brim of his Redskins hat pulled over his eyes. I was hoping he’d at least glare at me or something as I left, but it meant so little to him that he didn’t even notice as I left. Goddamnit, that’s frustrating. I just came home and scrubbed my neck.

Submitted by Anonymous on 11/17/2009

Location: Between L’Enfant and Federal Center SW

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