"Excuse me, do you mind if I sit here?"
That was my opening line as I boarded a rush hour Metro North train.
I think it's a little presumptuous of any passenger to take an entire row (aka prime real estate) to yourself, forcing others to stand.
I actually would have sat down without even asking, but this current seat-occupier's fur coat (sorry PETA) was overflowing onto the bordering seat, where I was hoping to sit.
After I asked to join her, she nodded nonchalantly, but made no effort to move her coat.
So, I sat down.
Of course, I tried to be courteous, but the narrow seats only allot for so much room, and I inevitably ended up touching some of her dead animal.
She started huffing and she aggressively grabbed her coat and yanked it back to her side (which she should have done in the first place).
I didn't really feel bad, at all.
But, for those few seconds, the fur felt very nice to sit on.
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