Glaring Looks on the Late Train

Hey. Dude. Yes, you. Two seats in front of me. Yes, the guy taking up more than your fair share of space in the front seat on the train (you know the one - the row with facing seats open for four people). I am not sure why, in a car full of people talking to each other an on their phones, you chose to turn completely around in your seat to glare at me whilst I spoke with my sister about her daughter's English homework (for which I am quite qualified). I am sure, however, that the level at which I was speaking was not only within normal levels, but below them by train-riding standards. This is no longer rush hour. This is not a quiet car. This is the 7:40 local from Union Station to Aurora. If that's how you react to ME, please don't ride any trains later than this. Your brain surely shall explode from the actual loudness, inappropriate language, and other activities I witness on the late train.

Thank you, and good day. 

I said good day.