Public Tranist manners....

Something that seems to be lacking these days. Am I asking too much? Probably.

All week, I've endured these nutjobs who walk into me, bump into me, shove me, trip me or otherwise (more or less unintentionally) try to knock me about during my commute. What is it with these people? Why is it that it is far more important for them to get to work than it is for me to get to work?

This morning was no different than the last 6 or so mornings, with some braintrust stink-eyeing me when *they've* crashed into *me*. Had I crashed into them, tripped them, shoved them, etc., then I would totally deserve the stink-eye. Except in this case I'm going to rant about.

Posh looking chick decides that where I am walking is better and literally HOPS in front of me... mid-stride. So of course, the posh looking idiot gets her heel stepped on or kicked then stops dead and turns to me, about to holler at me, but oh no.. I was having NONE of that. Not on day 6...

First she cuts me off, then wants to berate me for kicking her precious heel?

OH HELL NO...

Posh Chick opens her mouth, but I launch before a sound comes out of her gob:

"What the hell is in your brain? Oatmeal? Do you always cut people off mid-stride and then get angry at them when the laws of physics gets you stepped on? Oh and don't forget the whole screeching to a dead halt right in front of me thing, causing you to get crashed into... no.. don't forget that. Are you going to give ME shit now for YOUR stupidity?"

She just stares... turns and starts walking away and says, "guess not". Well.. in French, but still.

DAMN RIGHT you're not! Woo Hoo!

See what happens when a girl gets stepped on, shoved, squished and cut off all week? She loses it before 9 a.m.!