And then we hit a bump and Sodom and Gomorrah leapt from my hands and hit a seated fellow (male) commuter in the face. God! I assume if he was going to get sodomized voluntarily he would have hoped for it to not have hurt so much.
No real damage done, though I (of course!) apologized profusely. His comment was, "Thank God you weren't carrying a hardback!"
(Then he proceeded to peep at my book around the corners of his newspaper. It's got a metallic purple cover, and I felt his curiousity had been piqued. Or maybe he was just looking out for a second strike!)