Sad old sack of nothing, begone.

I had to tell someone on the train last night that you can't pick and choose your morality. I ran and hopped on the train about 30 seconds before it left and had to squish in because it's always packed tight at rush hour. Still though, there was room for one or 2 more people to pack in. 2 girls tried to get on but a big asscock in a suit blocked them at the door and said: "Take the next train." and turned this look out that I imagine was similar to that which Mussolini gave as he threw his espresso in the face of his butler for being too hot or too cold or not medium enough.

I said to the man: "That wouldn't have worked on me, I'd have pushed past you."
He replied: "I'd have pushed you back." and the ridiculous woman with him said "Yeah!".

Let me stop for a second to add the information that these were not petulant teenagers as their dialogue might suggest. They both had to be well over 55 years old. I suggested to the man that "Maybe you should hire a private limo if you want that kind of control." He gave me a look that I imagine was similar to the look Kim Jong II cast when his doctor informed him that he was clinically diagnosed as a creepy, freak of nature.

I put on my Ipod and thought, ignore. Ignore. This was made difficult by the fact that it was actually a gang of office workers. A gang of giving-anglos-a-bad-name, loud, obnoxious, infantile office workers. Making sad attempts at proving how "fun" they were, especially suit man and his lady sidekick. He was particularly fond of doing his "Indian man" accent which I'm sure anyone of southeast Asian decent, really appreciated.

I continued the plan of ignoring until they started up about a purse that was on an overhead rack.
"Someone left their purse behind!" "Take and give it to the train guy!" "NO, grab it and call them on your cell!" "Just take it home and take what's in the wallet" "HA HA HA."
Ya, real funny.

One of the cronies finally reaches to grab it and a woman sitting across the isle gets up and takes it from her. It's her purse. This crowd of fools immediately starts in on her in a loud voice:
"Well why didn't ya say something?! We've been talking about it for five minutes!" The other one pipes up "Oh look at the look she's giving us." "Last time I try to help someone" Suit guy says" Oh look she's harping to her friend about it."

At this point I can't take it anymore. I had to say something.
"Maybe she doesn't speak english and doesn't understand why you are handling her purse."
They all stare at me processing this. There is a whiff of understanding on all their faces that this is possible. Then defence mode immediately kicks in with suit guy huffing that he wants away from his spot, he's had enough he says. "Who do you think you are?" he asks me.
"Who do you think you are? You block people from getting on the train. You have no right to do that. You upset a woman who doesn't understand why you are taking her purse and then you get angry at her about it. Maybe public transportation is not the best answer for you if you can't conduct yourself properly."
He says: "YOU should hire a limo because I don't want to see you on this train again."
I say, "You can't pick and choose your morality sir." as he's leaving.
His female sidekick is left. She is the sort who is 50 years old but wearing a 14 year old's jeans. The biggest attention whore of the bunch. "Love me! Think I am cool and funny!!"

She comes sidling up to me giving me this hip-cocked stance and her challenge glare. The sort a 12year old bully gives to the new girl in class during her first recess. Thing is, no one has ever bullied me. I'm still keeping ultra cool. I'm actually quite proud of the composure I'd been keeping considering how ultra pissed I was. I looked her straight in the eyes and said, very calmly: You are a bunch of fucking assholes. She starts shifting her weight from foot to foot. She was not expecting it. The lesser cronies are all backing off. She is alone with just me and I'm not inching one fucking bit on this. They were terrible people. Cowards who run in a bunch and mock and bully others. All the worse for being old and still acting like this. After scrambling in her head she comes up with this:
"Who's talking to you anyway?"
Brilliant.
I had my fill. If I'd have stayed any longer I would have start shaking from anger.
"You have been talking loud enough for the entire car to be in on your conversation so it should come as no surprise." I say and leave. As I'm waiting in between cars for everyone to get off before I make my way to the back of the train I hear her say:
"Oh there she is. What did I tell you?"

What did you tell? That I was hiding in fear from you? Ya, that's why I called you on your bullshit in the first place, sad old sack of nothing.

You'll notice that part isn't in quotations because I didn't say it. What more can be said to a lost cause such as these people were.

Here is what I can not stand. Bullies. Inane, obnoxious bullies. That shit does NOT fly with me.