WTF is it with entitled New Yorkers?
The train was running a bit slowly this morning - though, at least it was running! - and a bunch of us were cheek by jowl on the platform, watching one pull in. In case there are questions about queuing, this is how it goes: the people who get there first are nearest to the car, and so they form the front of the line, with people who get there later behind them, and the last people at the end. In order that passengers can exit and enter the train, fulfilling 50% of the point of transportation, you queue up in pairs around each door of the subway car - one group to the right, one to the left.
This morning, this large group were waiting patiently. I was one person away from the door. The car slowed, and stopped, and the platform crowd adjusted slightly relative to where the doors were. When this happens, you can lose your place a bit if you've ended up between cars, which I consider a fair part of mass transit. You ride the trains enough, you get a sense of where the doors are, but trains aren't perfectly stopped in the same place, and sometimes it's too crowded to really be near a door at all. In this case, I and the person in front of me retained our positions as the door opened.
Some giant, blond asshole lady, well-dressed, elbows her way through the crowd (I stand near a downstairs stairway that leads to the express train, so behind me, it can get extra congested with foot traffic as people go down or exit up) and says, loudly, "Jesus! Every day like this." And then proceeds to walk into the subway car, past the people patiently waiting for others to exit, without sparing us a glance, griping loudly all the way. I wish she had gotten nearer to me in her entry because I would have said, "just because you're a total cunt doesn't mean you don't have to wait your turn, miss."
Normally, I am all for compassion and empathy and just allowing people to be. But this trips two of my least favorite activities - bitching loudly, about an everyday occurrence, to no audience - where the audience you get is a group of humans experiencing the same thing you are without complaint. And two, behaving like the most important guy in the room. 99% of New Yorkers conduct themselves well in public, with the occasional lapse on all our parts. But this entitled 1% shoots me through the roof. It's almost always well-dressed white ladies who are the universe's first fucking priority for everything. And it drives me completely instain. Since the close-quarters venting often isn't possible, what suggestions do you have for something yellable? "First in the door, last in manners?" That's not cutting enough, I don't think.