Nothing too exciting this morning, but I love how when women sit down on the train their purse automatically goes on the seat next to them. I can't speak for all women, but this is the case for most. You get the occasional one or two who put it on their lap...but generally...it's on the seat next to them.
I get on the train this morning and some woman isn't moving her purse or acknowledging that I want to sit in the seat where her purse is currently resting. She pretends like I'm not there, probably thinking I will just give up and try to find another seat. Lady...I am not scared of you or your purse. You will move it and I will sit...because unless it has it's own LIRR ticket...it doesn't belong in the seat. You can huff and puff all you want because now it has to go on your lap. But guess what? I don't care.
Believe me, I am guilty of putting my purse next to me on the seat...BUT...I will move it willingly for anyone to sit and will not be obnoxious about it.
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