So I'm studying in Northeastern University in Boston now. Normally I would take the B line of Boston metro to go home after class.
Just as usual, I got on the metro at Hynes Convention Center station today. I was carrying my laptop, so my bag was really heavy. I spotted a seat no one was occupying, so I just took it and started focusing on my phone. Though weirdly, there's a bit of a smell of marijuana. I smelled it at the moment I sat down, but I didn't think much about it.
A black youth sitting on the opposite of me laid his scooter on my leg. I made a face to him, indicating him to move it away. He said to me, "do you like it?" "Like what?" I answered. "Do you like this scooter?" "Why do I like it?" and I went back on my phone.
Seconds later, he asked the same question again. I looked up, and answered again, "Why do I like it? No I don't like it." I noticed some dark spots on my sleeves; looks like some liquid has dropped on them.
Then he asked again. This time I looked up and saw that he was spitting towards my direction. "Do you like it?" I finally realised that he was doing shit on me, and that it was his saliva spitted on my sleeves. "Fuck off, dude," I said. He just smiled and kept spitting on me. The passenger sitting next to me gave me a pale smile. "Is he high?" I asked, noticing that he was behaving in a weird slow motion. The passenger nodded and agreed. No wonder there was no one taking that seat. A quick estimation and I decided I don't want a fight with a shit guy; it's simply not worthy. So I got up from the seat and moved away, and focused on playing chess on my phone.
Two stations later, the spitter was getting off the train with his scooter. While he was going out of the door, an Asian girl gave him a hard kick in the ass and cussed hardly. He fell off, got up, turned back and shouted "you fucking bitch!" and left. I said to the girl, "so this is how you treat them?" "Yes," replied the girl. "Very cool!" I sincerely thought so.
Maybe it's because I'm Asian and I'm too weak so that shit people find it easy to do shit on me; but even if I encountered such thing next time, I probably still won't fight back as it would cause a lot of troubles, potentially physical and legal troubles, which I couldn't afford to take the time and effort to deal with. This is thinking rationally. And thinking ambitiously, I must keep trying climbing up that social ladder fast so that I could stay away from shit people in the future.