**It’s a Man’s World? – Part 2: Tuesdays Are the Worst**
[Beth Ambrose finds herself stranded in world different from her own. She attempts to find her way, but is learning the little things are often a big deal.]
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The commute to work was uneventful, though metro cars were packed, and midway through her ride, she felt a hand on her ass. She turned around to snap at the guy, and saw immediately that he was ‘phased out’, as Katherine had said, staring at her and muttering what could politely be described as sexual fantasies.
“Don’t you hate it when it’s this busy?” A woman next to her said. “Tuesdays are the worst. The same guy tried to undo my pants yesterday. Hey, buddy,” she snapped at him, “close your eyes and wait it out. There’s isn’t enough room in here to breathe let alone rub you out.” The woman looked back to Beth. “Sometimes you just have to ignore it, but this guy should’ve known better getting into a car crowded with women, even if it’s cold and we’re all covered up.” Beth glanced back over her shoulder. The guy’s hands were at his side and he had his eyes closed, breathing in a steady, almost meditative, manner. “He’s had some workplace training,” the woman continued. “A lot of guys would just take care of themselves right here. I had my favorite blouse stained beyond salvage a month ago…honestly, I don’t know why we let them ride with us.” She muttered.