Sorry for posting a tirade so similar to one from earlier this week. But I couldn’t let this one go… It is the grand slam of douchebaggery. To wit:
- Brobdingnagian bag resting on his hip, thus ensuring complete blockage of the aisle.
- Leaning against pole, rather than holding, thus ensuring no other passengers can avail themselves of the pole.
- As a result of leaning on pole, rather than holding on, while also reading the free real estate rag picked up at the busstop, constantly stumbling and reeling, thus ensuring a continuous though unpredictable jostling and elbowing of surrounding passengers.
- Phone with very loud and annoying ringtone (I guess that’s redundant…) which he answered after letting it ring eight times and then proceeded to have a long, loud and pointless conversation about nothing, thus ensuring that all other passengers prayed for the driver to abruptly slam on the brakes and send Mr. I’m-the-Center-of-the-Universe into a hard face-plant – preferably in a pool of mystery liquid so often present on the floors of MUNI coaches.
But no such luck – though I suppose I should at least be thankful that he disembarked before I did… Oh, and I totally shoved past him to get a seat when it opened. Had he been a normal human being, I’d’ve let him sit… I think I also sighed audibly and muttered some obscenities in his direction – though I tend to curse to myself for the duration of all MUNI rides, so he may not have realized which parts were directed toward him specifically.