Around 5:15ish I sat next to you in the middle seat and you didn’t move your bag. As it began to soak my pants like a wet sock, I mentioned to you it was leaking. You abruptly said “it’s just water” followed by “you can move” in your entitled but sweet voice, ignoring all subway etiquette with a complete sense of delulu. I uttered “okay I’ll stand” and I missed the chance to actually tell you off.
Posted: Wednesday. March 19, 2025.
