I've only encountered one creep in coach. The other times, everyone was perfectly nice and friendly and/or kept to themselves.
Since you wanted an example, mkeroad, I'll tell the story. I seriously doubt you are creepy, though.
We were in coach from Chicago to Albuquerque. Our car was mostly empty from Chicago to Kansas City, filled up at Kansas City, and then emptied out again in La Junta, CO. This meant it was really only full during the overnight portion. It made for an excellent trip, as we were able to spread out during the daytime.
Anyway, this dirty (grease on his face), smelly guy with oily, unwashed hair boarded in Chicago and was assigned a seat several rows back from us. He moved up about an hour later, which was fine since a lot of people were spreading out. (The car attendant had said we could, as long as we understood he might have to move us back later.) He kept leering at women in the car and kept trying to chat them up. When they ignored him, he moved on.
He ended up sitting across from us and kept smiling at me, nonstop, just staring at me, even though I was reading a book and politely ignoring him. He started going, "Hey... hey..." I finally turned and asked, "Yes?" in the most annoyed tone of voice possible, and he just grinned at me. This happened one more time, at which point Brent turned to me and asked, "Babe, do you want the window seat? There's some nice scenery coming up." (Bless his heart.) Once we switched and I reclined to a comfy position, Brent angled his seat back so I wasn't in the guy's line of sight.
Later, the guy was sitting near some young ladies who'd boarded in Kansas City. An hour later, during quiet hours, one of the young ladies was walking up and down the aisle. She noticed I was still awake and asked if she could use my cell phone. I nodded and whispered, "Just make sure you go to the lounge car." She said, "Oh, I'm just going to call my phone. Somebody took it, and I need to find it." About 20 minutes later, she brought it back to me and thanked me.
The next morning, we got off for the smoke stop in La Junta, and she came up to thank me again. She said the creepy guy had her phone, and he played "Keep Away" to the point she had to lean into and reach across his lap to grab it from his hand. (Ugh.) He refused to give her the phone charger, so I told her to tell a conductor about it and include the part about taking her phone and then basically forcing her to touch him.
Meanwhile, I was trying to get some pictures of Brent, and the creepy guy kept leaping into the photos. He'd stick his tongue out and then laugh at me. I thought Brent was going to punch him after a couple minutes of that, so we got back on the train.
Creepy Guy got off at the next stop. I'm not sure if it was his stop or if the conductor had put him off the train. I'm hoping it was the latter.
Since you wanted an example, mkeroad, I'll tell the story. I seriously doubt you are creepy, though.
We were in coach from Chicago to Albuquerque. Our car was mostly empty from Chicago to Kansas City, filled up at Kansas City, and then emptied out again in La Junta, CO. This meant it was really only full during the overnight portion. It made for an excellent trip, as we were able to spread out during the daytime.
Anyway, this dirty (grease on his face), smelly guy with oily, unwashed hair boarded in Chicago and was assigned a seat several rows back from us. He moved up about an hour later, which was fine since a lot of people were spreading out. (The car attendant had said we could, as long as we understood he might have to move us back later.) He kept leering at women in the car and kept trying to chat them up. When they ignored him, he moved on.
He ended up sitting across from us and kept smiling at me, nonstop, just staring at me, even though I was reading a book and politely ignoring him. He started going, "Hey... hey..." I finally turned and asked, "Yes?" in the most annoyed tone of voice possible, and he just grinned at me. This happened one more time, at which point Brent turned to me and asked, "Babe, do you want the window seat? There's some nice scenery coming up." (Bless his heart.) Once we switched and I reclined to a comfy position, Brent angled his seat back so I wasn't in the guy's line of sight.
Later, the guy was sitting near some young ladies who'd boarded in Kansas City. An hour later, during quiet hours, one of the young ladies was walking up and down the aisle. She noticed I was still awake and asked if she could use my cell phone. I nodded and whispered, "Just make sure you go to the lounge car." She said, "Oh, I'm just going to call my phone. Somebody took it, and I need to find it." About 20 minutes later, she brought it back to me and thanked me.
The next morning, we got off for the smoke stop in La Junta, and she came up to thank me again. She said the creepy guy had her phone, and he played "Keep Away" to the point she had to lean into and reach across his lap to grab it from his hand. (Ugh.) He refused to give her the phone charger, so I told her to tell a conductor about it and include the part about taking her phone and then basically forcing her to touch him.
Meanwhile, I was trying to get some pictures of Brent, and the creepy guy kept leaping into the photos. He'd stick his tongue out and then laugh at me. I thought Brent was going to punch him after a couple minutes of that, so we got back on the train.
Creepy Guy got off at the next stop. I'm not sure if it was his stop or if the conductor had put him off the train. I'm hoping it was the latter.
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