Tales From The Shelter – 51
OH oh, my bipolar switch went off on the Canada Line. I’d just come from having a barium x-ray and I guess I was stressed out more then I thought. I boarded the train and it was pretty full, so I scanned the car for youth who might give up their seat to me.
There was a young man, 20-something, in a suit and tie who would peep up at me then quickly look down. I think he knew what I was after. I cocked my head back and motioned with it towards the youngman and the other youth beside him. I said, ‘Excuse me, but would any youth like to give up their seat to an elder?”. He did his peek and plonk ploy then said, “There’s lots of youth sitting down” in an angry tone. I asked him if he would “please give up his seat” and he rose sharply and told me I would have had a seat sooner if I hadn’t been so rude.
I said, “Rude? You mean asking if someone would please give up their seat is rude?”
He bolted for the next car and muttered something about me cocking my head. I grabbed his suit jacket and told him he was the rude one as should have given up his seat automatically. He yelled at me to not touch him and I yelled back that he was a rude little fuck up.
Oops.
Then I sat there imagining I would see him again and say stuff like, “you arrogant little prick” or “don’t take your small penis frustrations out on me”. I imagined I followed him off the train to where he works and it turns out his boss is a friend of mine and I tell the friend what happened and the young prick gets fired. I thought that maybe I better say, “arrogant asshole” instead of prick.
Before I knew it my stop had come and when I disembarked he was no where to be seen. I think I’ll email Transit and ask them to do a whole ad campaign on giving your seat up to elders , people with children, people with disabilaties etc. I really really get tired of having to ask for a seat.
And that’s a second of a bipolar’s life.
Entry filed under: Political Humour. Tags: bipolar, canada line, seats, youth.