I was on the subway today, commuting to work. There was a fragile old woman sitting in the end seat on the train. Her skin was paper thin and you could tell she had seen a lot in her long life. I was standing close by, getting pressed closer and closer to my fellow travelers as the car filled to capacity. You literally couldn't fit anyone else in. A young woman - one of the last to make it in before the doors closed - had a puffy coat on; like all puffy coats it takes up room but is all fluff. As I stood there thinking kindly thoughts of the old woman in her green coat and matching knitted hat with a pink flower, she pushed the young woman's jacket (and the young woman herself) away from her. The jacket wasn't touching her mind you - it was just barely encroaching on her personal space in a subway car packed to capacity. So much for the kindly thoughts...
Verdict: Hate New York Today
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