a disastrous event

September72010

I’m on the train

Guys who irritated me on public transportation today:

The guy with the sweaty forehead and over-sized, tightly-belted pleated pants who was reading intently on his late 90’s Nokia phone the whole ride. What were you reading, man? The same text message 500 times? Your address book?
The relentless frat boy in the Arizona State sweatshirt who managed to cut me off TWICE: on the escalator down into the station when we were both running for the train, and on stairs up to the street when we had to merge lanes after a denizen cut off half the stairwell by taking a piss on it.
The guy who fell asleep in the aisle seat with his feet propped up on the seat in front of him. The feet were just high enough that I didn’t think it would be ladylike to climb over them. Also, he had his headphones in and had no reason to respond to an “excuse me.” In retrospect, I was probably just jealous that I hadn’t thought of this ploy first.
The amazingly-large-in-presence short guy who fell asleep next to me with his legs sprawled as far as they could go. I nearly fell into his lap when I tried to delicately step over them and the train suddenly, dramatically, picked up speed. I hate when I am the one who ends up embarrassed because someone else is violating the unspoken rules of space-sharing. I hope he enjoyed his faceful of pleather fringe purse.