Get off my nalgas!

So I had a little trauma the other day...I got molested on the subway! OK, that may be a little dramatic, but I was definitely fondled, and it was NOT pleasant. You see, the trains here are insanely packed-note today, I would not have been surprised to see someone faint from the pressure of being packed against all the others in the train. There is probably a legal limit to how many should be in a train, but due to the lack of understanding of the concept of "personal space" these Agentines really don't care. If they have their armpit in your face or vice versa, it's no biggie, as long as they have a space on the train. Space, of course, used ironically, because the last thing you actually feel that you have on the train is space. Anyway, so I was manhandled by a gross old man and there was nowhere to go and nothing to do about it but panic and try desperately to think of something to say in spanish, which was of course impossible because at the time everything spanish had left my head and all I was thinking was "Oh my GOD!!!! There's a hand rubbing by butt!!!!" SO I finally elbowed the guy and shoved by backpack between us, making everyone else look at me like I was the biggest, rudest space hog ever, but at that point I didn't care, and the bastard got off at the next stop. Yuck. Lesson learned: When you can, sit. Otherwise, don't be afraid to use your elbows!