Dramaz! I'm telling you ... I'm a magnet.
3:15 LSE. Today. I boarded and sat at the end of the coach, up the first set of stairs. There was a woman eating some Dairy Queen who had her rolling suitcase blocking the aisle.
This older gent got on and refused to go around her suitcase. Her asked her to put it under her seat. She said no, that she didn't want to get it dirty. He says that she's blocking the aisle. She says she doesn't have to do what he asks. She suggests he go sit somewhere else. Clearly, she's a day-tripper and doesn't understand that this isn't some subway jaunt to the mall.
I spoke and said, "Hey, don't be rude. I also had to climb around your suitcase."
She brushes me away with her hand. Then, in an effort to ignore everyone, she grabs her iPhone and pretends to answer a call and starts talking nonsense. The elderly gents sighs and goes back down the stairs to find a seat on the first level. After she leaves, she tucks her suitcase closer to her (as shown in photo). What a gem.
This is where I should have punted her suitcase across the train. But I didn't. Because I don't like jail.
Hmm, how dirty would her suitcase get with some shoe prints on it? ("oops, sorry about that, I lost my balance").
ReplyDeleteNot like it's Louis Vuitton!!! She couldn't even put the handle down??? Ohhhhh how I love the princess generation.
ReplyDeleteWas she hot?
ReplyDelete@lswgirl13: princess generation... I like that! You nailed it!
ReplyDeleteWas she hot? Absolutely! A hot douche.
ReplyDeleteAnd since she's hot that's like an automatic license to be a douche.
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