the obese woman on the train this morning who didn’t think it would be necessary for her to move out of the doorway when the train stopped at 34th street to let half the passengers off the car. I wonder what would have happened if I shouted out loud what I was thinking in my head – “Move it fat ass”!
my morning coffee-cart guy who is MIA today. Not only does he sell the best coffee in this neighborhood but he is conveniently located directly outside my building entrance. This weak garbage that I was forced to go out of my way for is no substitute.
the mindless PR tool whose idiotic emails I have to take time to respond to.
It’s really turning out to be one hell of a morning!
I had an obese woman trap me on the N train this morning. She almost sat on me, actually, and I was flattened up against the window. It was quite unpleasant.
Ugh. Cheese – thank god it isn’t hot out today.
People that stand in front of open subway doors are the proud recipients of one (1) hockey-style shoulder check from me as I exit. It’s how I say, “I hate you and your ass-face.”
Clinton- I tend to swing my enormous gym bag into their gut for good measure as well.
The other day an obese woman basically yelled at other passengers to get up so that she could sit. Just because your legs can’t handle your weight does NOT mean you are entitled to a seat, bitch!
I wonder what would have happened if I shouted out loud what I was thinking in my head – “Move it fat ass”!
I get called an asshole a lot, especially when I yell and hit them at the same time.