urbanblitz

Right now, I’m absolutely livid. Basically, I’m sitting on the 5 train heading up to Union Square. My legs are crossed while I’m reading my book. Like all New Yorkers, I’m just minding my own business. Then this guy gets on at Fulton Street, bumps in my foot then swipes his pants clean and asked me for an apology. What, I said. You bumped into me. Why do I have to apologize. I’m the one that’s stationary and you saw my foot when you hit it. He just went on and on and called me an asshole. Now explain this to me in layman’s terms. Does this mean that a tree should apologize when you run into it. I think not. All I can say, is he’s a complete moron. And he probably was trying to make something of it to have something to talk to his buddy.