A Couple’s Revenge
I sat in a seat at the end of the train car, in disability seating. As I played with my XM Inno, trying to find the right Ron and Fez to listen to, the train pulled into a stop. Just before the doors opened, the seats opposite me were empty except for the one closest to the door, which was occupied by an Asian lady on her way home from work. The doors opened, and a young couple in their early 20’s boarded. The girl made an attempt to sit in the middle seat, with the hope that her boyfriend would take the end. Instead, a haggard older lady, with thick glasses, disheveled graying hair, and cotton balls stuck in her ears swooped in and plowed her way into usurping the end seat from the couple. The girl look perplexed as she got up, while her man simply commented, “Wow.”The woman looked up, shrugged her shoulders and sneered, as if to say “whaddaya want?” The couple forfeited the middle seat, which the old lady annexed for her gray heavy coat. She bent down and riffled through a plastic Duane Reade bag with one broken handle, pulled out a book, and then leaned back, crossing her legs to reveal awful brown panty house from under her polyester peacock design skirt. The rest of us at the end of the train looked on in befuddlement. A man on the other side of the doorway took a break from reading “Home Buying for Dummies” in order to join us in staring daggers into the woman, who tried her best to ignore us as she read her book close to her face. The couple retreated to the door as the boyfriend continued to comment.
“Crazy people. Pushing people just to get a seat. This woman is crazy. CRAZY. Some people are mad rude, know wha’ I’m sayin’? Rude fucking people.”
This went on for one more stop, while the lady continued to read, cross legged. The boyfriend then went up to her.
“Can I sit here?” She looked up, then riffled through her Duane Reade bag, put her book away, and begrudgingly removed her coat from the seat and stuffed it into the plastic bag. The boyfriend sat down.
“Come on, baby.” He motioned to his girl, as she then sat on his lap. They then alternated making out, feeling her up and down and talking shit about the woman. She was not pleased. The look on her face was pure dejection as she got her just reward. As the train pulled into the next stop, she hurriedly gathered her broken handled bag and her purse and ran off as the doors opened. The boyfriend took his end seat in victory, and he noted my laughter at the situation. We exchanged our agreement on the matter and he peered into the door of the next car and noted “That crazy bitch switched cars! Crazy fucking bitch, I swear.”
