I am not proud of this AT ALL.

I travel by the commuter rail to work everyday - I have the pass to prove it!

All that business about standing in a line and waiting for your turn to get on the train goes right out the window during rush hour. People will slowly nudge you out of the way and make space for themselves. Its almost funny. Losing your place means you will not get a place to sit.

Note this is the commuter rail and not the metro. People tend to be a lot nicer on the rail. I stay close to Boston so its called the “Purple Line” if anyone can relate to me!

Here I am, 7:30am all ready to go to work, patiently waiting, slowly making my way to the door to get on. Finally it is my turn to get on, I grip the handle by the door as I need to climb a few steps to get in. My left hand held the handle, right leg just making its way in the air to be put on the step, when suddenly I see another leg on the step. It’s not mine. I turn to my right and look at this woman in RED lipstick start to climb. I’m looking at her wondering what is going on? She looks at me ever so sweetly, smiles her 32 teeth and says “Sorry”. You know that “sorry” which really means “I truly don’t care about what I just did but here, take this sorry and be happy”.

All I am thinking is - NO! you are not sorry. You could have waited for 2 seconds for me to get on but you didn’t. You cut me off. Plain and simple. This is not the first time I have seen her push people around.

I didn’t say anything. That evening, I saw her again while heading home. I made sure I got behind her while walking out of the train. I pretended to be on my phone and “accidentally” kicked her. It wasn’t a hard kick mind you, it was a firm one - I didnt want to hurt her. Like the kind where you run into someone walking in front of you.

She turned around and looked at me - I smiled, with my 32 teeth and said “Sorry”.