Life on the train...
I live almost 80 miles from work, so I try to take the train as often as possible - ya know, save money, wear and tear on the car, get some sleep, those kind of reasons. I definitely DON'T take the train because of the company I keep. I usually get the old, creepy guys that seek me out and sit next to me. There can be twenty empty seats, but they'll come sit next to me. Well, after yesterday, I guess I won't be complaining about creepy old men anymore. I board the train, find my little spot next to a window, plug into my iPod and start reading my magazine, as per my usual routine (this is the going home routine...the morning routine is simply to PASS out the second my butt hits the seat. heh) Okay, so a couple stops into the trip yesterday someone comes and sits next to me. A lady. She sits down and gets out her own reading material or whatever it is she was doing. It may have been work. I dunno. I was in my iPod, reading "Elle" magazine world. After, I don't know, about twenty minutes or so, I notice that she's holding up a piece of paper she just wrote on. I didn't really pay attention, but then I felt her staring at me, so I kind of looked at her, noticed she glared at me and then at the paper, so I looked at the paper, and I swear on all that is holy, this is what she wrote: "DON'T MAKE ME KICK YOUR ASS FOR FLIPPING THE PAGES LIKE THAT". WTF??? Is she kidding me? What are we, 15? OMG. I was so shocked, I actually had to refrain from laughing. I pulled out one of my earphones and said: "excuse me? is my page turning too loud?" She said: "yes". I was like, okay. I said: "sorry. no need to get upset. I'm just flipping through trying to find an article - listening to my music, I can't tell that I'm turning pages loudly.". She says: "well, I just want to be sure".
Oh. My. Goodness. I swear. I don't get it. How does one function in their everyday life if they can't sit next to someone on a train, who's innocently reading a magazine, and not try to cause some sort of trouble. I mean, it isn't as if she said: "excuse me, but could you please not turn the pages like that" - or SOMEthing to that affect. I mean, honestly, did she have to go straight to the "ass kicking". hehehehe Funny thing is, I never felt "threatened", but I sure was annoyed the rest of the way home. Oh and, of course, she got off at my stop. So I had to spend another hour riding next to her....flipping my pages quietly, of course.
Of course, then I get home and tell my dad and he's all upset that I didn't report her. Whatever. Life on the train. It takes all kinds.
Oh. My. Goodness. I swear. I don't get it. How does one function in their everyday life if they can't sit next to someone on a train, who's innocently reading a magazine, and not try to cause some sort of trouble. I mean, it isn't as if she said: "excuse me, but could you please not turn the pages like that" - or SOMEthing to that affect. I mean, honestly, did she have to go straight to the "ass kicking". hehehehe Funny thing is, I never felt "threatened", but I sure was annoyed the rest of the way home. Oh and, of course, she got off at my stop. So I had to spend another hour riding next to her....flipping my pages quietly, of course.
Of course, then I get home and tell my dad and he's all upset that I didn't report her. Whatever. Life on the train. It takes all kinds.