The subway ride home from work was really crowded today. So I was forced to stand, my arm stretched to hold the upper rail.
The gentleman sitting on the bench directly in front of me dozed off. His head began to dip lower and lower. Eventually the top of his head hit me in the stomach.
He jumped. I I jumped. But he didn’t wake up completely, so pretty soon his head fell back down and hit me in the stomach. This continued for another two subway stops.
Then I moved my purse so it hung in front of my stomach. The next time his head dipped, it encountered cold, black leather.
That seemed to do the trick. He woke up, stood up and got off the train at the next stop.
Heads up, buddy.