I try to keep my rage directed at the railroad itself and not fellow riders, since we're all in it together. Oh wait. No I don't. From the drunk idiot who threw up all over herself to the world's biggest shithead and his boy wonder sidekick who demanded respect for the quiet car, the riders make up a good deal of what makes my commute awful.
Today I'm going to gripe on the group of regulars that sit near me every day. This is the same group Shithead and Robin belong to. Every morning, they take their dear sweet fucking time getting into the six seater they all share. God forbid you want to get past them to get to a seat. You're waiting while one or two stand in the aisle, taking off coats and bags for what feels like an eternity.
Some days, like today, I get sick of it. So I say excuse me and squeeze past and head to my seat. The door at the end of the car is propped open, blocking the seat I sit in. I unlatch it and push it closed because it's cold and raining out. The door slams louder than usual. Sometimes these things take a Herculean effort to close, sometimes the hydraulic is shot and they swing closed pretty quickly and shut with a bang. Today was the latter, added to by me pushing it closed.
Before my ass is in the seat I hear from one of the anonymous Fantastic Fuckheads, "Angry today. Slammin' doors." A short beat and then Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne's young ward, says, "Angry every day."
Oh, I'm angry every day, you little weasel? I'm not the one who participated in a shouting match with a stranger and demanded he respect the quiet car. I don't piss and moan about my Celiac disease at every chance I get (We get it. You get sick if you eat bread). I don't make out-loud comments about strangers. I've seen you glare the vilest of looks at people that get to the six seater before you. So don't talk to me about being angry every day, pal.
This group represents the worst segment of middle class white men. They are all frighteningly right-wing, gay-panicking, self-serving assholes. They go on and on about the expensive shit they buy. They talk firearms often and complain about restrictions on them. They talk about a Facebook group that they are members of that can be used to illegally trade guns and get high-capacity magazines that have been outlawed. They talk about how Donald Trump is "the only option" in the upcoming election. If you think that orangutan is what's best for our country, then you must also think leeches and a bloodletting are the proper cure for people stricken with consumption.
Stay out of my business you little shitbird. I only know everything about all of you because you prattle on about your daily lives at full volume, so I'm sure I'm not the only one who does. Yeah, I am angry every day. Because I have to deal with assholes like you.
