I play way too many video games. To the point where I think confrontations would be not only stress-relieving, but fun and without consequences. Sadly, I know this isn’t the case in real life, so rather than throw a knuckled sandwich at every deserving jaw I spot, I just weasel my way around and try to make things easier for myself, while others do the opposite, try to hinder my day. For perhaps pleasure.

However, today didn’t end too badly. Not the ride at least (working in a check cashing store is an entirely different story). Two things of note to mention.

Scientologist mood = Pouty

On the way downtown to Union Square, I sat down next to a scruffy middle aged black man in a cap. As I enjoyed my midtransit gaming, he whipped out a great read…ABOUT SCIENTOLOGY. Now, I’m not sure if anyone really knows about this whole Anonymous Vs. Scientology thing, but after what I read about the latter, I’m not too fond of them and their cult-like grasp on many different kids of people out there. Anyway, it didn’t seem that this man wanted to “make the world a better place”, like the book had promised: As the train approached Union Square, it got more and more crowded. To the point that when I got up to quickly shuffle to the nearest door, my foot accidentally hit the side of his. On instinct and reflex, I immediately apologized as I rushed to make the door, but this man made a point to show his UNENDING ANGER AND FRUSTRATION by kicking the side of my foot, then scowling at me until I made my way to the door. Haha, jerk. Have fun with a cult draining your food stamps (for those who just MIGHT defend Scientology here, save it, I don’t want to argue)

My butt’s faster than you

Everyone’s had that mini-mall rush, but instead of the rare/hot new toy, you just wanted to be comfy, even if squished (more times than not, at least), rather than stand and awkwardly wait for an opening to rest your tired selves. So of course, between the time that the doors open and the doors close (fully), it’s free for all, right? Right.

Good, now that we’ve agreed on that, let’s see who’s in the wrong here. As the ol’ L slid in to Union Square, about 6 people including myself were crowded around the front-most door of the first car. It seemed most people who eyed the empty benches in the front would be lucky. Only the quickest would survive. As people filed in to rest their behind, I slid swiftly towards a middle seat, near a bar. As I turned to rest myself, an arm BRAZENLY tried to barricade me, a youth slightly older than me going the ol “Whoa whoa watch out watch out” routine, as though he were trying to break through me. In fact, that’s what he was trying to do, but only to usurp my soon to be throne. I had already placed my body there though, so rather than take that abuse, I crouched beneath his arm and squeezed as much as I could between the two fluffy broads on either side of me, his body following his arm a second too late, just to stand in front of me.

For about half the ride to the next stop he stared down at me, in that quiet annoyed glare, like “If I could hit you, I would”. But he couldn’t, so he just stood there helplessly, amongst the rest of the strap-hangers, even failing to get another seat two stops later.

Haha, double jerk.

This post wasn’t meant to rouse any discussion or anything, just what the site was meant for: Ranting about my commute. These one and a half victories were worth mentioning. Thanks, Ray.

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