I see a lot of strange people on my morning commute. I could comment on all of them, but I would occupy so much server space that I might be asked to leave this domain.
The is a woman that gets on my stop at the same time I do. She’s youngish, pretty in her own way, doesn’t stand apart from some of the beauty queens of the morning, but doesn’t hide from them either. She is normal by my judgement in almost every way.
The way that this woman acts toward other people on the bus is what has reserved her a place on this blog. She pushed and shoves without any visible consideration. I am utilitarian about public transportation; the happiness of the entire passenger manifest should guide everyone’s moral choice. If you need space, visually check if it’s possible, make eye contact with the people you are about to push out of the way and utter the tension soothing ‘Pardon me, excuse me.’ All would be good.
This woman fails at that. She also fails at it every morning I ride with her. Miss Manners should get on the back door and scold someone.
Mountain, not molehill 