Listen, jackass...I was polite enough to let you in front of me into the queue of people getting off the train. I could have pressed myself against the man in front of me as though I knew him in a "knew him" way, but I didn't. I thought I'd be nice and let you in.
And you, you ditz, with the pink ear buds, I let you in, too. Even though you were popping your gum (which I hate. What are you, six?).
Did either one of you say thank you? Glance up at me, make eye contact for a moment and smile? No. Nothing from either of you. No acknowledgement, not even a careless shrug.
And people wonder why I'm such a bitch.
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