The Poor, Improperly Placed Indian Man on the Path Train

You think I have rage? Well, OK, so I do. And it's justified, as i've said a million times. But that very fine line that I straddle daily between simmering silently and explosive violence isn't always handled so well by others. Like the early-20something, pudgy dude on the PATH train Friday evening. The guy who made me vaguely uneasy the entire ride because he, hmm, he just wasn't MOVING where the fuck I wanted him to. It's fucking rush hour and I was trying to jostle into a good position, and this fuck just would NOT move. He just seemed ANGRY. The way I was the day I lost my keys. There were no verbal assaults or mean looks, just this blank stare. All was fine until we both came to the same stop. The door BARELY had opened when I hear, "Get out of the way of the FUCKING door!" The poor, skinny, young Indian man looked like he feared for his life and quickly scurried to the side. Good thing...this guy MAY have killed him. He looked like he could be a crazed gunman...alienated, dressed in black. So there ARE bigger assholes than me out there. Though I gotta say, I'M oh, so close to losing it on the escalators...especially going DOWN. I mean, really, are you SO lazy that you can't walk down a moving escalator? But even if you are, fine, JUST MOVE TO THE RIGHT SIDE. It's a very simple concept. Yet the NUMBER of people who do not grasp this is just staggering. And I don't give a fuck if you're 10 or 100, or a tourist from Sweden. Be fucking aware! I must say, though, it's become clear to me that many who do this are, gasp, NATIVES. This truly warrants them being physically assaulted, I think. I've come very close in the past month to just taking both hands at full strength and shoving the dumb dopes. It's MINDBOGGLING to me...yeah, it's rush hour in Manhattan...let's just STAND here and WAIT to get to the bottom of the steps. La, di, dah...we'll get there. Motherfucking simpletons. Christ, my blood is boiling just writing about it. You know, i'm sure i've mentioned this before, but I wrote to Time Out New York once about this...and they printed it. The copy remains on my fridge like 8 years later. But I digress, as usual. So, at the same time that I feel bad for the humiliated mild-mannered Indian man, it's another reminder that you're not in Butte, MT...so FUCKING MOVE! Your glacial pacing and careless disregard for those who DO value their time COULD get you shot...remember that. Don't say I didn't warn you.