“I generally wear earphones to avoid conversing with people on the bus. Some dude yanked out my earphones to hit on me.”

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"Then the woman started to get more anxious and moved to a seat closer to people. Those people all made a face and left their seats. Pretty soon, people were walking from that end of the compartment to mine. This caused the woman to panic and follow them. When she walked by me, I caught a huge whiff of her odor, and it all made sense. The stench was unmistakable. The lady wasn't covered in dirt; it was human shit.

Chaos ensued. Everyone in the compartment was running away from the woman, and she was in full panic trying to be a part of the crowd. On a MUNI train, that meant people were just running back and forth from one of the trains to the other. I sank into my seat and made myself as small as possible while this went down. The woman ran around as people were yelling and climbing over seats trying to get away.

Every time the lady brushed up against someone, she left a full-body smear of human shit on that person. I saw her tag a man in business suit, a lady in a nice dress, some high school kids, etc. At the next stop I shot out of that train like a fucking lightning bolt. I'd seen some crazy shit go down on MUNI, but that was the first time I'd seen it involve literal shit."— tako9

"I honestly thought he was going to attack me. He was easily over 200 pounds, and I was just around 140. Then thankfully I managed to get him off the train with words. Once he got off, we laughed and enjoyed the night ride home. Fucking TTC."

"Thankfully the other person on the train decided to stand up for me and told him to back off. He told the guy to watch his manners when he spoke to a lady. Then he came and stood by my side until the creepy guy got off the train. I couldn't believe this kid stood up for me, though. He was dressed like the typical 18-year-old gangster. He didn't even hit on me. Once the guy got off, he just said, "I'm so sorry you had to deal with that. There's no reason you should have to deal with that." He told me to be safe and got off at the next stop. That experience definitely proved to me that you shouldn't judge people on something as trivial as their clothing."