Bacterial menace

A knee to the ribs and the occasional sweaty palm over the ass. Every bump of the ride brought a new excuse for some gropy creep to grab and push. It was a typical Monday, in some ways. But as the bumps and shakes increased so did her nerves begin to concede. Every day the same ride, every day the same frustration. But suddenly, an idea came to her. The shiny length of metal stood there, inviting in its toxicity. Just waiting for her to charge up with its bacterial menace. A silvery bar of disease and here she stood ready to take it all in just so she could pass it on. The solution to a morning routine's indignity. "And maybe even more... Time to take down these motherfuckers with me." She thought to herself and slowly opened her mouth.