This IS About Shoes Because I Was Wearing Them
I take the train to work every morning. I reverse-commute out to the suburbs, so there are fewer trains going my way. Thus, I plan my schedule accordingly so I (#1) can make the train and (#2) because I don’t like to run in the sweltering heat and (#3) I don’t run in heels.
The entrance to the suburban trains is a gradual upward ramp (instead of stairs), which when you enter is wide enough to accommodate two or three people. As you walk the ramp narrows until you get to the to where you can fit just one person. Because of this, most people walk in a single-file line. It’s not brain surgery.
This morning, I was right on time for the train. I was at the bottom of the ramp 3 minutes before the train was due (which is plenty of time, in case you’re wondering) I had with me my excellent yellow cross-body purse and was carrying a giant Bare Escentuals bag (in it were two pairs of shoes and Reese’s Puffs. I know, I’m an intriguing woman.)
I was walking at a brisk pace (normal Chicago speed) when all of the sudden, I’m shoved into the wall. I didn’t know if I was being robbed or WHAT was going on, but I dropped just about everything I was carrying except my coffee. I looked up in time to see a VERY pushy man rudely shoving people aside as he raced up the ramp to catch the train.
Except the train wasn’t there yet. Think about it: A train platform that only boards one train going in one direction, and people are walking up the ramp to said platform. Do you THINK they aren’t trying to make the same train? This man obviously had absolutely no ability to take in his surroundings and THINK and even less grasp of manners and politeness.
So I was very upset (thinking someone might be robbing you is kind of upsetting, especially when you’re carrying Stuart Weitzman shoes!!) and I was determined to let him know he was in the wrong. When I got to the platform, the train -of course- wasn’t there yet, so I strolled over to Mr. Premature-Trainjaculator and told him that he was rude and was he even aware that he shoved me into a wall and I dropped all my things? His response?
“You’re a bitch.”
Seriously?! “You exhibited behavior similar to a mugger! I don’t think that makes me a bitch. It makes you a tiny little man who has issues judging time and even more problematic, you have no manners!” Oddly enough, another commuter (a man) called him an asshole and the guy didn’t even blink. I am TIRED of being called names simply because I manage to be both assertive AND a woman. It’s a crappy double-standard.
“Get over it. I was just trying to make the train”
Might I add that nowhere in this did he offer any kind of an apology or show remorse for being a rude little turd. So I whipped out my phone and took a picture of him. He turned his head away from me at the last moment and said:
“I don’t care. Take my photo. Savor the memory.”
That’s exactly what I’m doing. And I am inviting the entire internet to do the same:
Mr. Rude is the man in black. He is balding, wears old-man glasses and has a potbelly. He’s obviously an unhappy man….with a purse.
He was boarding the 7:56 AM westbound train on the Union Pacific West Line at the Oak Park station.
If you’d like to meet him, feel free. And if you’d like to pour hot coffee on him, may I buy you a cup of coffee beforehand?