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Provided by the compucert This morning I get onto the N Train at Queensboro Plaza like I do everyday. It appears there must've been some delays as the train was pretty well packed. So I find a spot and stand there. This guy next to me bumps into me and almost knocks me down, then turns and glares at me.
Whatever.
He twists and shoves and knocks into me again pretty hard. He turns and glares and "hmmphs" in my direction.
Whatever.
The train starts to depart. The motormen love it when the trains are full like this. They jam on the accelerator and the brakes very hard so they can jostle all the passengers around. When the train is empty, they never do that. So I realize this is going to be bumpy ride and grab the rail. In doing so my thumb barely grazes this some guy's arm.
Now indignant this jerk proceeds to get all huffy and puffy, moaning and groaning.
***groan***
I can see this guy has a chip on his shoulder, so I inquire, "Is something wrong?"
"You touch me," he spat.
"Oh? And did it hurt you? Are you in pain?" I needled him in my best sarcastic / rude voice.
The guy just rolls his eyes and huffs a couple more time and had the remainder of his tantrum in silence. The funny part was a woman standing in front of me apologized to ME. As it turned out, HER BAG was bumping this fragile six foot tall construction worker and evidently he felt bruised and abused, taking it out on me.
Funny. She didn't apologize to that whiny-assed cry-baby who was so obviously wronged on a crowded subway car. Maybe because he should know better, as a New Yorker, that bumping occurs on the train.
Whatever.
He twists and shoves and knocks into me again pretty hard. He turns and glares and "hmmphs" in my direction.
Whatever.
The train starts to depart. The motormen love it when the trains are full like this. They jam on the accelerator and the brakes very hard so they can jostle all the passengers around. When the train is empty, they never do that. So I realize this is going to be bumpy ride and grab the rail. In doing so my thumb barely grazes this some guy's arm.
Now indignant this jerk proceeds to get all huffy and puffy, moaning and groaning.
***groan***
I can see this guy has a chip on his shoulder, so I inquire, "Is something wrong?"
"You touch me," he spat.
"Oh? And did it hurt you? Are you in pain?" I needled him in my best sarcastic / rude voice.
The guy just rolls his eyes and huffs a couple more time and had the remainder of his tantrum in silence. The funny part was a woman standing in front of me apologized to ME. As it turned out, HER BAG was bumping this fragile six foot tall construction worker and evidently he felt bruised and abused, taking it out on me.
Funny. She didn't apologize to that whiny-assed cry-baby who was so obviously wronged on a crowded subway car. Maybe because he should know better, as a New Yorker, that bumping occurs on the train.
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