|People with Anger Management Issues Shouldn't Ride Public Transportation
||[Aug. 26th, 2004|05:48 pm]
The World of HATE
|||||Badly Drawn Boy - Once Around the Block (stuck in my head)||]|
I'm actually not feeling very Hateful about this incident in a visceral way, just an abstract way. I've managed to keep my sense of morally superior smugness about me.
I boarded the 4:45 northbound Caltrain (which, as usual, was late), quietly bungee'd my bike to the rack, and moved to the back of the car to sit down. I stopped at one of the clusters of 4 seats in a 2+2 (facing each other) configuration, and politely asked the middle-aged, white-collar managerial looking man sitting in the aisle seat to let me by so that I could sit in the forward-facing window seat. He glares. I note that he has his socks up on the seat and his briefcase in the seat next to him, thereby occupying 3 out of the 4 seats. Fine - I fit in only one seat, and it's the one I want (I don't like riding trains backwards, usually).
He verrrrrry sloooooowly removes his feet from the seat and starts slipping them back into his loafers, then kind of jerks his shoulder at the next row of seats and glares at me again. I politely say that I'd like to get by to the window seat. He thrusts his paper down in his lap forcefully, grabs his briefcase, and in a huff (a huff!) moves to the next row, away from me.
I sit down and ask "What's your problem?".
"YOU!!" he growls back, then very aggressively straightens out his newspaper in front of him and makes a show of reading it.
Throughout the 20 minute ride he kept doing that thing with the newspaper where you make a lot of noise flapping the pages around, and glaring at me. Each time he did, I smiled at him, which of course irked him more. I wondered why he was such an ass? Didn't get that promotion? Maybe it was because I'm young & athletic and he was old and flabby-assed?
When he got up to get off the train, I saw that his ticket was plastered right SMACK in the middle of his butt! It was all I could do not to snicker loudly at him. And it stayed there until he left the station and I lost sight of him.