There was an inconsiderate punk on the train. Probably in his early twenties. He sat at the seat beside the train door with his right leg resting on this left, and thus taking up two seats (including the empty seat beside him). As the other seat beside the empty seat was taken, it was impossible for anyone to take the empty seat.
I was hungry. I went for the empty seat. Obviously I had to knock against his leg to get there and I did. Immediately he turned and stared at me with the killer-look. I turned towards my newspapers and ignored him. Then he started to crack his knuckles, as if he was protesting and showing off his supremacy. The passengers opposite looked at his juvenile display. He later got off at the next station. The tension seized. A silent victory against the incosiderate passengers!
P.S. I hope I can hold my rage next time and stop being so impulsive.
I was hungry. I went for the empty seat. Obviously I had to knock against his leg to get there and I did. Immediately he turned and stared at me with the killer-look. I turned towards my newspapers and ignored him. Then he started to crack his knuckles, as if he was protesting and showing off his supremacy. The passengers opposite looked at his juvenile display. He later got off at the next station. The tension seized. A silent victory against the incosiderate passengers!
P.S. I hope I can hold my rage next time and stop being so impulsive.
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