I’m standing on the platform in the evening rush hour minding my own business when I notice a large man on the other side of the platform is talking into his earbuds, wearing sunglasses.
I wonder if he’s looking at me – I can’t tell, because of the sunglasses, so I am just chilling. I look at my phone, I check out the office girl on my platform, then I look back. He’s staring at me. Still talking. He mouths “I’m going to fuck you up”. Can he really mean me?? I take my headphones off and look at this guy more directly.
“Do you mean me? You’re going to fuck ME up?” I inquire. “Yea, I’m gonna kill you, staring at me. Do you think you’re bad or something?” This guy is shouting at me from ACROSS the train tracks. There are at least about 20 people watching this exchange.
It seems that while I hadn’t even looked in his eyes (because of the sunglasses), he had got the impression I was staring at him.
I immediately adopt a submissive / apologetic posture and go into defuse mode. “Sorry, man. I don’t know you. I have no problem with you. Let’s leave it.” etc etc