Years ago.
Late at night. There's about 5 or 6 people on a car. A couple, some other guy, an older woman, and this Yuppie with blondish hair, glasses, the trench coat working on his lap top (late night at the office?). You know the type.
Everyone just wants to get home.
Train pulls up to the next platform.
A single man, looks like a street bum, staggers up to the door. "Oh great" I say to myself, "Here we go".
The bum is obviously loaded. He's even got his paper bag with him. But does he get on the train?
No, he stands in the doorway of the car blocking the doorway, all bleary eyed.
The four Sesame Street tones sound. Da, dum, da, dum....
He's still in the doorway.
More tones. He's still in the doorway.
Somebody calls out something to the effect, "Get out of the doorway" But he just stands there smirking, or more acurately, he's leaning there.
Then up gets Yuppie Dude.
At first I'm figuring, "ok, here comes Labour Relations and Negotiation 101"
The Yuppie just strides along the aisleway, never breaking stride and just heaves off and does a fast strike and push with both arms to the bum's chest. The bum goes sailing backwards right on his ass half way across the platform. The doors close and off we go into the night.
The Yuppie never makes eye contact, just walks back to his seat, doesn't say a word and resumes typing on his laptop. A slight pulse visible in his temple.
Late at night. There's about 5 or 6 people on a car. A couple, some other guy, an older woman, and this Yuppie with blondish hair, glasses, the trench coat working on his lap top (late night at the office?). You know the type.
Everyone just wants to get home.
Train pulls up to the next platform.
A single man, looks like a street bum, staggers up to the door. "Oh great" I say to myself, "Here we go".
The bum is obviously loaded. He's even got his paper bag with him. But does he get on the train?
No, he stands in the doorway of the car blocking the doorway, all bleary eyed.
The four Sesame Street tones sound. Da, dum, da, dum....
He's still in the doorway.
More tones. He's still in the doorway.
Somebody calls out something to the effect, "Get out of the doorway" But he just stands there smirking, or more acurately, he's leaning there.
Then up gets Yuppie Dude.
At first I'm figuring, "ok, here comes Labour Relations and Negotiation 101"
The Yuppie just strides along the aisleway, never breaking stride and just heaves off and does a fast strike and push with both arms to the bum's chest. The bum goes sailing backwards right on his ass half way across the platform. The doors close and off we go into the night.
The Yuppie never makes eye contact, just walks back to his seat, doesn't say a word and resumes typing on his laptop. A slight pulse visible in his temple.
