I have won a rare open seat on a crowded rush hour train ride downtown!
Reading my book with relish, I am distracted by the jostling and odd movements of the man sitting next to me. I glance to the side, and realize he is masturbating.
Do I stand in these high-heeled shoes for thirty minutes and accept my feet hurting before I even enter my office building with eight hours staring me down.
Do I pretend I am unaware of what’s happening next to me?
Typing this post I realize a third option which I will likely never choose unless I am to witness the same scene as a bystander: confront him and he stops, and hopefully moves away in embarrassment.