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« on: October 17, 2008, 08:56:15 AM »
I got on the train this morning and it was crowded as usual, but I managed to find a seat. As soon as I approached the open seat, this downtown-type dude in his 50's gave me a dirty look cuz he had to move his douchebag laptop bag off the seat next to him. I sat down, and put my hand through my hair, cuz it was a little knotted. Suddenly, the douche YELLS at me, "HEY! Don't fiddle with your hair when you're sitting next to someone!" I was stunned. So, I said "um...sorry" and stopped fiddling with my hair. But the douchebag kept yelling "You don't touch your hair! The person next to you can get your dandruff!" OK, now this guy was pissing me off. I'm not a greasy hippie who does not bathe. I wasn't fiddling with my hair in a restaurant. I was not picking my nose. I just touched my hair. I was offended. So I said to him "what is your problem? Do you want me to get down on my hands and knees and beg for forgiveness?" Douchebag didn't even let me finish my sentence. He just yelled back even louder, "HEYHEYHEYHEYHEY!!! Shut up! Shut up!"
I was really pissed off, but I thought to myself, "Well, maybe he lost a fortune on the market. Maybe he had to sell his fucking SUV and bitter about being stuck on the fucking train with the rest of the lower class. Maybe the bank took his house too. Stupid old man" I didn't say anything else back to him.
And then his stop came and he looked like he was getting out, so I was prepping to get up and move out to the isle (that's what you do on the train). But he did not wait until I got out. He was huffing and puffing, climbed over me from his window seat while I was still sitting, and purposely hit my legs and hit me in the head with his bag.
Now I was LIVID. I could feel all my blood rushing to the head. I yelled, "Watch it, motherfucker!" and kicked him in the leg while he was still struggling to get out to the isle, and then kicked his leg once again when he got out. He looked back, but kept on moving and stared at me when he was getting off the train, so I glared at him back. These passengers who got on the train after me didn't witness the initial altercation, so they were looking at me funny. I don't care. I'm glad I kicked the motherfucker back.