Angry People Waiting for the Delayed Train

So, listen. There are hundreds, if not thousands, of people all wanting to get that one train that is boarding. It's extremely warm, yes. We are all packed together. Yelling from behind at least 200 of those people that you need to get to track eight is funny, to say the least. I really enjoyed the lady who said, "Someone should protest." Protest what? Mechanical issues? Sweaty people standing still while waiting for the trains to start working again? YOU are someone. YOU protest. 

Another good one: "If they don't hold that train there is going to be a riot." Really? Where and from whom? We are sardines!

I'm going to keep shuffling along, listening to my music, and understanding that this is NOT the end of the world. It is one evening commute in a lifetime of days.

Finally making a train, a local scheduled to depart at 5:36, I squeezed in and went as far as I could go before the train was full and standing-room-only. It departed at 5:52.

At 6:25, a nice young man, seeing a vacated seat behind him, tapped me on the shoulder, pointed to the seat, and said, "Ma'am?" I thanked him, if ignoring the I-am-not-old-enough-to-be-called-ma'am feeling and took a seat. I'll have a lovely commute. :)

Miserable Jerk on the Friday Train

Look, dude, I'm sorry if your life is so miserable that you can't sit on the train and be at peace with the fact that there are other human beings surrounding you. However, that gives you no right to project that misery onto those in your direct vicinity. Yes, my extremely tall husband is sitting in the seat behind you, and his knees are pushed into your back. I can assure you it is more uncomfortable for him than for you. Yes, the kind-looking gentelman who sat down across from you in the four-seater put his bag down beside him. You didn't have to overreact when moving your own bag, acting like it was a travesty that his bag might be touching yours. And yes, my husband had a coughing fit for a few moments. Thanks for asking if he was okay. Oh, wait, that's not what you did. You instead told him to keep up the good job of coughing all over you and mentioned he had done it twice. Not sure how you figure that happened. He was covering his mouth and nose with his arm. I find it hilarious that this "confrontation" was done without even attempting to turn around in your seat to face him when insulting him. You are not only a jerk, but also a coward.

Can't you feel good about the fact that it's Friday? So maybe you had a bad day. Don't take it out on everyone who comes into contact with you. We all have our burdens to bear. Get over yourself.

Be warned, all miserable jerks on the BNSF. When you behave in an unjust way, you go in the blog.