Shout-out!

A shout-out to the lady who accused me of pushing her. You clearly didn’t feel me tap you on the shoulder, or hear me say ‘excuse me’. I don’t hear exactly what you said, because a train was pulling out about 6 inches from my head, but I got the drift.

So let me clarify for you. I am the guru of public transit etiquette. I hold the door for people everyday – though most don’t say thanks. I line up, and show patience. I give up my seat, and share my newspaper. I don’t eat or talk on my cell on the train, because I don’t want to disturb others.

You, on the other hand, were blocking the way and preventing people from moving down the platform. I made a point of going behind you rather than in front, so there was no danger of you falling back into the moving train, but because my briefcase touched you I’m the jerk? Your spoiled-princess attitude reminds me that riders like you are a big part of my negative experience on the GO everyday.

In short, you are a bitch.