A man on my train kept crowding women out of their seats and telling them to stand. My plan taught him a lesson, but he never stopped glaring at me afterward. As my stop approached, I got a sinking feeling that he was going to make me regret what I’d done.
I’d been looking forward to the train ride: a seat, my book, and nobody needing anything from me until I got home.
Four minutes in, I was reading the same sentence without taking it in.
He sat across from me, broad and well dressed, in a crisp navy coat. His knees spread into the seats on either side. Both women beside him had their legs angled away from his.
I’d been looking forward to the train ride
The one on his left was young and held a toddler asleep against her shoulder.
She kept shifting, trying to make herself smaller. It wasn’t working.
“Excuse me,” she finally said. “Could you move your leg?”
“I’m a big guy.”
He barely glanced up from his phone.
“Could you move your leg?”
“Your knee is in my seat.”
“Then move over.”
“There’s nowhere to move.”
He smirked. I watched it happen, and my stomach tightened.
“Then stand.”
I lowered my book.
“Then move over.”
The young woman stared at the floor, jaw tight, and I felt ashamed of how long I’d spent hoping someone else would say something.
Two stops later she got off, the toddler’s sock dangling from her hand.
A tiny elderly woman with a cane took the seat.
She wore a mustard-yellow coat and a hat with a small brass pin.
Two stops later she got off
She kept one hand on her cane while she lowered herself, feeling for the seat with the other.
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