The Middle Seat Squeeze
so far, so good. though the train doesn't leave penn for about 7 minutes. let's see what kind of douche bag decides to plop his fat ass next to me... (It’s inevitable on the commute home to have at least 1 person sitting in your row. Unless you work on major holidays.. in that case though, you’re the idiot.)
And here he is. Maybe I pre-judged a bit too much? It’s not a hot chic, but it ain’t the usual pieces of shit I normally have to share my space with. He’s 50's, bill cosby looking guy sort of guy. i'm in a 3 seater, he's on the end, reading a book. No one's tried to squeeze their asses in between us yet. i should be OK for now. barring any unforeseen problemas. let's hope that's all i have to write about on this ride home.
Aprox. 20 minutes later..
we've got a douche bag in the house. a stupid little indian fuck (I’m not racist, i’m just descriptive). i'm in a 3 seater as i said before. window seat with bill cosby on the end. bill's got his briefcase in the middle, i've got my bag there too. My laptop’s out, obviously I’m busy (writing about you, you dumb bitch fuck). there are plenty of other middle seats for you to sit in, without causing the current occupants total upheaval. I see 6 such spots right now. shit, there's even a 3 seater no more than 4 rows up with just 1 person in it.
you see everybody..? this piece of fucking shit douche bag mother fucker HAD to squeeze in. WHY??? would you do that? fuck, i'd stand before i molded myself in between two strange dudes. better yet, i'd sit in the 3 seater occupied by 1 dude so i didn't have to have any physical contact with any strange men today. I’m not happy about it, and I’m also unable to type about it any longer. If you could only see the position I need to be in to type on this thing. Real tight in here. I hate you Indian man.