Buses use hard tactics to overcome hard ones

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Today is May Day, International Workers' Day. I took my son to Sanmenjiang National Forest Park on the outskirts of the city early this morning. Because of a "treasure hunt" event, the park was very crowded. I took the bus from the city center. The bus was packed, practically chest to back, severely overloaded. Of course, buses are never overloaded, as long as the doors can open and close.

I stood in the aisle behind the driver, holding onto the partition behind the driver's seat. My son stood in front of me, leaning against the partition. Behind me stood a tall man, his hand also reaching over my head and gripping the partition behind the driver. At first, the man behind me wasn't very close, but as the bus started moving, he almost pressed against me. To prevent my son from being squeezed, I held on tightly. Because the bus was so crowded, I understood why the man behind me was pushing against me. However, after the bus had been moving for about two or three minutes, I suddenly felt something pressing against my buttocks. I could feel it; it wasn't a lifeless object because it was moving on its own. Helpless, I tried to push forward as much as possible, especially tucking my buttocks in, but the gun behind me was moving forward with me.

I was so angry. I was really angry.

The bus was moving forward at a steady speed, but although it had only been a few minutes, it felt like an eternity. I thought today was incredibly unlucky; leaving early and encountering such a disgusting thing. But what was worse was yet to come. The gun behind me was not only pressed tightly against my buttocks, but it was also moving up, down, left, and right. Then, a hand appeared. Because the weather wasn't cold today, I was wearing thin pants, so I was extremely sensitive to the gun and the hand.

I finally couldn't take it anymore, but I didn't scream. I gripped the barrier tightly with my right hand to steady myself, and reached behind me with my left, then twisted hard. Of course, I didn't twist the gun, nor did I intend to. I twisted the hand instead, and with a fierce twist, the hand finally retracted, and the gun was no longer pressed against my butt. However, two minutes later, the gun came back. Helpless, I held my keys in my hand to meet the gun. I had quite a bunch of keys, not just the key to open the door, but also nail clippers and a small knife—quite a bunch. As a result, the gun, always pointing at my keys, had no choice but to obediently retreat to its lair. After that, the lecherous man who had been pressing against me from behind had to wisely move to the side, and I didn't see him attack again until I reached my destination.

This was a very satisfying thing. Actually, I almost screamed at that moment, but then I thought, the bus is already crowded, and bumping into each other is normal. If I screamed and he humiliated me in public, I would face his revenge after getting off the bus. Besides, even if I screamed, no one might see me, because the bus is so crowded that people can't see downstairs. In that case, I might be the one in the wrong. So I decided to fight fire with fire. I learned a

lesson from this experience: if I encounter a pervert like this again, never blindly scream. Instead, pretend nothing happened and use a hard object to fight him, see who's stronger. Therefore, I also suggest that women who frequently take the bus should always carry a keychain with a small knife on them, just in case. Of course, if you manage to cut him, that would be even better, preventing him from harming others in the future.

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