GROPED
The brushed steel doors swish open and you try to push into the crowded subway car. No one moves, so you push harder. Refusing to give up their positions on the doors, the two women on the right and left turn their backs on you. A two-toned, warning chime rings. Fortunately, before the doors close, someone shoves you from behind, a palm pressed against your spine, forcing you into the car. The doors snap closed. The passengers part momentarily to give you room, then gather tightly around you....