As a person who values personal space and passive-aggressiveness, the skytrain is my hell. Especially since my usual train ride to downtown requires me to travel between two major stops. This usually means that during rush hour it requires that I develop a thick skin about my personal space issues suck it up and deal with it.
I usually travel with my fuck-off-I-don’t-want-to-interact-with-people headphones and my music blaring. This minimizes the interaction between passengers to the occasional “excuse me” and “I’m sorry for stepping on your foot”. Today was immensely different.
After 2 train stops, I finally get into the train somehow managing to squish my body into a free space that is equivalent to a [insertboxhere] between an overweight business man and a construction worker (who probably hasn’t known the feeling of soap today). I was settled into my space until this man who decided he wanted to play “let’s pretend its a sardine packing plant” and started shoving his body into the crowd.
*shove*
Inner Ritchie: umm no more space Mr.
*shove*
Inner Ritchie: Good lord, just give up already and wait for the next train.
*shove* <headphones fall off ohhellno!>
Ritchie: Excuse me, there really isn’t anymore space
Man: Yes there is.
*shove*
Ritchie: <loud sigh> I really don’t think there is.
Man: Yes there is!
*Train doors start to close*
Ritchie: *shoves guy off the train while giving the finger* heh!
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