Now for anyone who already knows my train stories they know how very important this one particular seat is. It is a lone seat on the second landing of the train with lots of room to spread out my purse, lunch and work shoes. It is a SWEEEET seat. I am a time fanatic and get to the train early so I generally have claim to this seat every morning. But every now and then I am thwarted. They get the appropriate evil eye and I find another spot begrudgingly. If its a known perp, I note the time and make it a goal to get there even earlier the next day. A little lost sleep is worth this oasis of train riding pleasure.
THIS morning I was earlier than normal for anyone and some unknown guy was in my seat. What! I don't like people I don't know in my seat. And he was all smug and comfortable; so totally messed up to flaunt it at me like that. I'm not sure if I can make it earlier, but as God as my witness I will beat this guy to the seat tomorrow!
Now afternoon is harder. I call my competition for the seat after work "the Ninja". A beautiful if not a little butch asian gal that is stealthy. She makes it looks so smooth and non-chalant but I know she has her eye on me and maneuvers just enough to position herself in front as the people get off the arriving train. Etiquette requires we allow the disembarkers off or I would be tackling people as they got off screaming "Dibbs, I got dibbs!!" but unfortunately adult behavior does not allow for making such spectacles of ourselves. I may lobby to change that. So ultimately the ninja tends to get my seat. I'm considering whispering in her ear that I am incontinent and just can't bring myself to wear any protection and maybe she'll reconsider her need to acquire the seat again. Hmmmm......
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