Sunday, September 14, 2008


Watch your toes, he said. Coming thru.

I glared and moved my feet out of the way - but clearly, I wasn't
going to consume my suitcase or otherwise absorb it into my person. It
is already flush with the seat.

He passed through. Down came my briefcase. I still haven't got a new one.

Toold you! He smiled.

Um. Um? I am already in a vile mood. I glared. Right into his eyes.

I'm sorry - he says, with the "I am sorry you didn't listen to me" tone.

Let's sit somewhere else, said the girlfriend. Indeed.

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Capt. BS said...

I don't know what's wrong with Bostonians on this particular day, but the same thing happened to me this afternoon on the Red Line. The second car's doors were broken, so a ton of people (myself included) were crammed into the third car. I was standing about a third of the way between one door and the next, hanging onto the overhead bar. The area near the doorway was crowded (as is typical) with people who don't understand the idea of "please move into the car", and I was standing on the outskirts of this mob. Standing on the side of the car opposite me was a very large man who had aligned himself facing the front of the car so that his formidable girth easily took up half of the aisle.

As we came to a stop at the Charles/MGH station, a woman got up to leave with her child in tow. She decided that the doorway near me was the path of least resistance, and as I saw her approach, I stepped toward the side of the car and leaned as far forward as I could, so that she might be able to get through (and past the fat man who was oblivious to the entire situation). To say that I was all but stepping on the shoes of the passengers seated in front of me would not have been much of an overstatement -- I was doing all that I could to let her through.

In spite of all of this, the fat man's bulk was still partially obstructing her path to the door. But rather than tap the man on the shoulder and politely excuse herself through, she pushed me forward so that I nearly fell onto the passenger sitting in front of me, muttering a contemptuously entitled "ex-CUSE me!" me in my direction as she yanked her child through the mob and toward the door. After a brief glance to the fat man that verified his continued state of ignorance, I glared at the woman, who was now nearing the doorway, and said quite pointedly (in a voice that didn't really sound like my own), "Ma'am, just because you have your son with you doesn't give you the right to push me into these people." She didn't seem to notice. Nor did anyone else, really -- especially the fat man.

Priya said...

i understand that planes/travel suck and people are rude and the tragedy of the commons applies, but consider some soothing tea or a mantra or something. this level of airplane hostility is not good for your health, and someday you may glare at the wrong someone who's hopped up on drugs or something and get into a seriously scary fight. please for your own sake and mine so i won't worry about you.

magnetic said...

Priya speaks the truth, as usual.

I agree, if you try your glaring and snide commentary in Baltimore, you will likely find yourself on the path for a sound beating.

Priya said...

to wit, i once almost got a gun pulled out at me in front of housing project in chicago, because i had the audacity to yell at a guy who passed me going 80 on a residential street and almost caused me to run into a row of parked cars.