Not the most horrifying experience of my life, but definitely one that haunts me because of how weird it was. One time I was at the Prudential subway station waiting for the god awful Green Line, and some guy with a guitar, mic and amp was singing “Mrs. Robinson” by Simon & Garfunkel. He sounded decent enoug. It was a Saturday morning, and there was a few other people. I could tell they weren’t really paying attention to him, but he was a fine singer. He then stopped midway through to whisper into mic “it puts the lotion” and then resumed singing like nothing happened. I have never been the same since. I like to think Jodie Foster and I went through similar situations. I like to think he was my Buffalo Bill, the Green line was the hole, and I was Clarice.