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Following the worst night of (non) sleep in recent memory, I had a rip-roaring kind of excellent morning in which I was threatened with death by a man on the subway who apparently didn't hear me say "excuse me" to him as I made my way onto an incredibly crowded subway car. He proceeded to make the most atrocious kind of comments about his perceptions of my appearance-- with focus on my size, shape and skin colour-- and what he presumed about my personal life based on said appearance. Tacked onto these delightfully abusive assumptions were comments that he would kill me "right here on the subway, kill yo ugly ass", made to his female companion, who laughed and agreed with him. My favourite comment, though, even more than "28-year-old virgin", was "got nothin' better to do than go to work every day."

Obviously this man was a complete waste of sperm (and subway space), going on to heckle a panhandler elbowing his way through the car, and met with disgusted looks by just about everyone when he finally got off the train. Nevertheless,on top of my nearly sleepless night, I was not prepared for this sort of verbal attack, and it took incredible control to remain stone-faced; I burst into tears almost the moment I made it into the ladies' room at work.

That just pretty much set the tone for my day. Nothing bad happened after that, but the day was endless and exhausting.

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