Make Yourself at Home on the Late Train

Hi, peeps...while it has been a bit since I posted regularly, this week has been a goldmine.

I'm on the 9:40 train home. It's raining outside, so there are some wet seats, but generally enough seats that everyone can have a seat to him- or herself. 

I saw this guy walk one way then the other. I was absorbed in reading, so I hadn't noticed that the reason he walked past me once then twice until I looked up and glanced around.

It was this chick.

This self-absorbed, entitled, manner-lacking chick. The dude had to use his suit jacket to wipe off the seat in which he eventually sat. (2 rows up from me) because this chick took up what is meant to accommodate 4 people. Wow.

"Are You Serious?" Thoughts on the Bus to the Late Train

Wow, lady. 

I guess you really needed to make this bus. So much so that the driver had to slam on his breaks to keep from running you down while you crossed the middle of the street (not the crosswalk) with a green light (that then turned yellow and red while waiting on you to actually board the bus). 

I am glad the driver yelled at you, and I'm not sorry that the rest of my fellow passengers gave you dirty looks and made you feel bad for your laughing at almost getting killed.

Especially since you got off after 2 stops. I would have just walked.