No Respect on the Late Train

I've been fine all day. All day. All. Day. 

I picked up a chicken/avocado wrap from Au Bon Pain at the train station. I worked late and felt I deserved it.

My back pack is completely full today for various reasons. It was sitting next to me on the seat, where it tends to sit if I have more than my laptop in it. 

I opened my chicken/avocado wrap and starting eating. It's kinda messy, but I had it balancing on my purse, on my lap, and I had a fork. It was working for me.

Then, the lights go out as they tend to do right before we leave the station. Fine. No worries.

Then some major jerk decided he absolutely has to sit in the seat with me. IN THE DARK.  So then I have to shuffle my chicken/avocado wrap and my completely full backpack. 

The fork is in the floor. I shoved my hand into the wrap by accident trying to hold it steady while I moved the backpack to the floor. Major Jerk didn't wait to sit before I had finished. So now the wrap is back in its bag, mushed. I no longer want it. My bottle of flavored sparkling water hit the floor, so while it was closed and did not spill, I am scared to open it. 

Major Jerk seems unconcerned with any of this. Meanwhile, I am a bit crushed.