Short-haired unshaven messy tattooed white guy— I— I guess about 25, 30? Messy looking. Gets on the bus/ takes the final of swigs from his rum & coke and SLAMS the can. He puts it on the floor of the bus and SLAMS it. He flattens it/ you know, SLAM. There was rum in the coke, or some sort of booze. The guy was a drunk asshole. Oh he’ll deny it, but we all saw. He reeked like death— like an alcoholic— and was staggering as he got on. Ok, so slam! Then she screams. Do you know how he reacted to her scream? To a— to a scream that was caused by his social negligence? His SLAM/ the can/ when he slammed it, drops of coke, and rum, and god knows what else sprayed her— it sprayed us all! But she was in a skirt and right next to him. She took the brunt of the sticky brown liquid explosion. People like this should be locked up NOT freely riding public transportation— this is America!/ He did nothing. This nuisance— this menace was on his phone/ pretending like he didn’t know what was going on. But— But he knew./ I don’t know. He was swiping, tapping... He was getting quite agitated/ probably losing on one of those stupid games. He did nothing. NOTHING. Then you know what she did? She asked him if he had a napkin. He feigned ignorance of the situation. He’s on his phone/ can’t be disturbed— earbuds in. Well, she asks him— she asked us all, “pardon me, there seems to be an accident. Do any of you kind people have a napkin?” Then this little old thoughtful man behind me gives her some Wet-Naps. Pardon me, tries— tries to give her some Wet-Naps. The menace grabs them, thanks the sweet senior, opens them up, blows his nose, then tosses the Wet-Naps away / they land on her left foot! Well, bless her soul, she just shakes her foot, knocks the nasty Wet-Naps off her shoe and uses her sweater to wipe off her legs. That did it! That REALLY did it. I couldn’t take it anymore and I stand up/ yeah, I stood up, got in his face, and tell the soda-jerk, “don’t ever do that again!” His response? Exactly— the same as before. He’s just swiping away/ swiping and tapping/ tapping and clicking/ twisting the phone. These morons and their games! But I say— I tell him, “Listen asshole—“/ this— this he hears. He puts down his phone/ stands up/ he’s looking right at me… Of course/ I was petrified, but someone had to do something. Then this ape-of-a-man—/ “Do what!?” This ape of a man asks, “Do what!” Do what? Do what? “Don't ever SLAM a can down with your foot in public, sir. We all got sprayed. This poor lady got it all over her legs. Apologize to her.” And he says— and he stands taller/ puffs out his chest/ looks around and says, “oh, and what if I don’t?” What if I don’t? Well, I back off and tell him, “Listen, you do with this what you want but— I'm just giving you some unsolicited advice just like you gave us some unsolicited filth.” And he cracks up. He fucking cracks up! This unshaven, unkempt disgusting prick starts laughing. Can you believe it? Laughing!? He starts in with this insane cackling/ losing it, then he sits back down in his phone and that’s when I grabbed it— that’s when I grabbed his phone— we were at a stop— that’s when I grabbed his phone and threw it out the door.