I got on at 39th; all was well until 33rd, where a large group of people got on who spoke French to eachother. I don't mean that it was bad that they spoke French; I just mean there were a lot of them and it got rather crowded after they got on.
After getting my foot stepped on, I shifted positions and grabbed the pole next to me--only to come in contact with a human hand. Belonging to someone other than me.
I hurriedly retracted my hand, mumbled, "Sorry," then found a less contactual handhold.
A soft voice said, "How dare you?"
I looked up in alarm, only to see the owner of the voice was grinning. Phew. No epic showdown necessary.
At Gallivan Plaza, I heard a voice clearly say
and the French-speaking people all disappeared as mysteriously as they had come.