So I was happy I didn't have to wait for the subway to get home from work tonight. One pulled in just as I got to the bottom of the steps...and it was PACKED to the gills, but I squeezed on with my face smashed against the door. I was starving, I was cranky from the slow day at work, and all I wanted to do was sit down and relax my old bones and muscles. After 8 or so stops a seat opened up and I moved towards it as the girl got up. She smiled and moved towards the door. No sooner had I begun to sit down, when I got a sharp push on my back pushing me out of the way and nearly knocking me over as I tripped over millions of feet competing with mine. "Excuse me," I said sharply. "No, excuse me," she yelled back. "I was waiting in line for that seat." "I don't see a line, and that makes two of us waiting for it," I shouted back, as she scrunched down in the seat. So I stood over her and stared at her for the entire ride home. She was not pregnant, she was not elderly, she was younger than me, and boy did she have a mouth on her.
Short post, but I feel much better now that I am sitting down on my couch at home.