Subway Adventures

As opposed to what most people might imagine, most of my commute on the subway each and every day is uneventful. However, it only takes one instance to remind you that we’re not in Kansas anymore.

Yesterday, my subway car was rather empty. The middle of the car was had no one standing there, all the poles were unoccupied…just the seats were all taken, as was a majority of the space against the door.

I walked into the car and went for my favorite spot, against the door…because there you can just lean back and you don’t have to touch anything. The lady behind me, I could tell wanted that spot…but too bad, you got on second and I got on first.

However, she decided not to take an empty space…but rather to stand right in front of me. I’m talking where my toe ended, her heel began. For those of you who don’t ride the subway, in this position , there is nothing to hold onto. There is a little seat handle that’s pretty low…in short, it makes no sense to stand there when the entire middle of the car is open.

I looked from left to right like Is this bitch crazy? She was so close I acutally couldn't even put my newspaper in front of me, I had to hold it to the side. I was flabbergasted...total invasion of my no-fly zone.

Sometimes, when something obviously weird to you happens on the subway, you can get the wink of understanding from a fellow normal passenger. However, everyone was buried in their newspapers/books/Ipods and I received no such wink. I suffered my fury in silence while everyone else just enjoyed their personal space.

Then when it was time to get off, the bitch didn’t even move. I shoved past her and knocking her off balance (just slightly, before everyone says, what’s wrong with you) gave me a great deal satisfaction. Maybe next time, she’ll realize if you want the door spot, you gotta beat me to it. But more than likely, that’s not going happen. If someday our paths cross again, bitch is going down.