A Man on a Train Took off His Shirt and Kept Pressing His Sweaty Torso Against a Woman – Until She Put Her Plan Into Action, Making Him Scream, ‘Please, Don’t! Don’t Do This to Me!’

“The air-conditioning is terrible,” I said politely.

He shook his head.

“This is ridiculous. They sell tickets, pack everybody in here, and then expect us to sit in an oven.”

I smiled faintly, hoping that would be the end of the conversation.

Instead, he began pulling off his shirt.

I assumed he was going to loosen the collar or roll up his sleeves.

But he removed the entire shirt, stuffed it into his bag, and settled back into his seat bare-chested.

I looked away, uncomfortable but unwilling to start an argument over something that wasn’t necessarily my business.

Unfortunately, that was only the beginning.

A few minutes later, his arm brushed against mine.

I moved closer to the window.

Then he shifted his weight, and his bare side pressed against my shoulder.

I tried to ignore it. The seats were narrow, and perhaps he genuinely hadn’t realized how much space he was taking up.