Train passenger with bag on seat definitely better than me
I boarded my usual commuter train this morning. It was busy like always and there were very few empty seats. I saw what appeared to be an open aisle seat next to a relatively clean and thin man. Jackpot! Until...I got close a saw his 'work backpack' on the seat that was meant for me.
Rather than ask him to move it, I sat down on a metal step and began to question everything. Did this guy think he was better than me? Was he? I'm afraid the answers are yes. And yes.
It was obvious he thinks he's better than me, by his sheer disregard of my need for a seat. More disturbing, he's right. I was a below average student with very few trophies or ribbons from sports or even field day! I've never been much to look at, struggled with the ladies and yes, I could shed a few pounds. I'm careless with money, self-absorbed, and I haven't called my parents in a month! I'm constantly in sexually deviant chat rooms, I spit on the floor in hotel rooms and last week I took 30 bucks from the offering plate at church. I key cars almost everyday, I throw cats out my sunroof at full speed on the highway, and I once defrauded a cancer charity for meth money.
So man with backpack on seat next to him, I tip my hat - you, sir, are a great judge of character.