Portugal’s fine transportation system is always most packed to capacity during the rush hours. My classes at the University began relatively early, and I often had to stand in the bus for the second leg of the journey. When one is that close to other people, some sort of body contact is to be expected. However.
One morning I was standing in the aisle of the bus that would eventually stop by the University. Someone bumped into my backside. I glanced back and discovered that it was a man who was pointedly not making eye contact. I moved as far away as I could to give him more room. He bumped against my backside again. I moved away again as far as the crowded bus allowed. And I waited.
The third time he bumped against me, I was ready. I “accidentally” and forcefully brought the heel of my shoe down hard on his instep. I wasn’t familiar with the words in his verbal response, but he found another place to stand