Or Maybe It's Me
I think I'm now three days behind--I'm never going to catch up.

So I'm on a coach right now, and I think the old guy I'm sitting next to is kind of an entitled asshole.

I got on the bus first, and I found my seat by number. It was an aisle, and the window seat was empty. A couple minutes later, my neighbor got on the bus, looked at the seat numbers, and motioned toward the window seat. I got up to let him in, but he didn't get in. He spoke, but all I could respond with was that I didn't understand. The young man in the row ahead of us indicated I should sit in the window seat. Okay, fine.

I sort of chalked this up to a misunderstanding on his part about seats, since the label and my ticket were both clear. But as the conductor came around to check our destinations, the old man laughed and pointed at me while talking to the conductor, who smiled. I don't know what was said, but I'm pretty sure he knows he swindled me out of my seat.

Even if he didn't, even if it was my mistake, he reached over to close the curtains next to me. And told the man in front of me to close his. Fucker, I'm the one in the window seat. If you want to regulate sunlight, you don't sit on the aisle.

Labels: bar trip

- posted by roger @ 10:54 AM