This is the blog post in which I likely unintentionally insult someone.
Consider this a disclaimer if you must. I will now plow ahead unabashedly. Here is my story.
The other day I boarded the 6 train which I take home from work. Especially in the evening when everyone is making their nightly commute the trains are, of course, very crowded. It is always difficult to find a seat.
On this particular evening, I spotted one between a man and a rather (insert politcally correct adjective here) girthier woman. I dodged the people getting on and off, zoning in on that seat like a missle with a homing beacon. (This is something you will learn more about in one of my inevitable future New York City Lessons: How to Ride the Subway.)
I squeezed into the seat and began removing my bag from my shoulder to place it in my lap. It is a small shoulder bag with short straps, ergo I consider it a purse and carry it with me everywhere. It is not large and encombersome but still fits all my necessities (it has, in fact, become a black whole of necessities, and some things not so necessary, but that is another story entirely).
Anyway, a seat is a seat and I am not a large girl, and when you find one you take one, ya know? So I sit down and I am rearranging my bag and this short piece of dialogue takes place:
Woman of Girth (said in a snotty, condescending voice): Can you move your bag?
Me (desired response): If you can move your fat.
Me (actual response): Sure.
That's it, really. That's the whole story. And I wouldn't have thought twice if she had asked me kindly, but the wretchedness of her tone and the fact that I was already reduced to three quarters of a seat made me not so open to niceties. Of course, as you can see, I am a nice person and responded politely as noted.
I really don't know what the point of this was other than that it annoyed me and my mother (who is the nicest person on planet earth) recently had a similar experience on an airplane and was equally irritated so I know it's not just me.