It happened fast. The cold water arced backwards in a quick, uncontrolled splash — cascading over the top of the seat and hitting the mother across the chest and lap. She gasped, jumping up as the icy shock soaked her blouse and dampened her designer coat.
Her son flinched. His sneakers froze in midair. The carriage went silent. “My god—what the hell?!” she cried, lurching back in shock. The cold water soaked her blouse, dripping into the collar of her coat. As she flailed, her phone slipped from her hand and hit the floor with a dull crack.