I was coming home on the F train one evening when a scary guy walked in yelling. Everyone crept to the other part of the train car and then when the train stopped, everyone crept to the other train car. Before jumping into the other car I stuck my head in and asked if he needed help—at this point he was thrashing on the ground—and he screamed, “Fuck you bitch!”
Crossing the street is a billion times scarier than riding the max in Portland.