Blade Man, the protector
Trizanne shares this scary Tattler Tale:
When I was about 19 I got on the red line at Jackson with my boyfriend. The car was quite full but there were two seats left, one in front of the other so we sat down.
I was sitting next to a twitching homeless man, but most of those guys are totally harmless and beggars can't be chosers if you want to sit. After about two stops this guy turn to be tells me I'm pretty and that he will protect me. I thanked him (what else do you do) and kept riding in silence.
He then tells me that he's not joking he can protect me. "See" he says and points to the bag at his feet from which he has withdrawn a huge knife with a 10" blade.
Now I am nervous but the last thing I want to do is make this man feel slighted or rejected. So I thank him again and make subtle motions to my boyfriend to switch cars at the next stop.
Boyfriend is oblivious and I end up riding to Belmont next to Blade Man.