I stepped off of the local train onto the platform. With my curly faux hawk, hollywood Mocha shades, 5in spiked heels, cropped, black, wool jacket and hot pink "Michelle Obama type" dress, I was NOT to be messed with.
My face remained stoic but in my head I smiled as the masses parted to let me walk through.
The train arrived quickly and I noticed a short Hispanic man to my left inching in front of me. I rolled my eyes in disgust as I saw all the women and children he was snaking his way in front of.
I extended my elbow and stepped in front of him as I allowed the people to exit the train and the women and children to go ahead. He seemed perturbed and tried to push past me. I extended my foot.
I walked onto the train and he rushed past me to sit. I sat beside him crossing my legs and stabbing him in the leg with my heel. An older woman stood in front of us. I kicked the man beside me as I stood asking her if she'd like to sit. I noticed he had turned his head in the opposite direction. She smiled sweetly and assured me that she was fine and I should rest my feet with the tall heels I wore. She proceeded to praise me and tell me of how she once wore heels that high, but on more. I smiled as I turned my music up.
I returned to my seat, kicking the man yet again.
He turned to look at me, I raised an eyebrow looking over my glasses into his eyes, daring him to say something to me.
He turned away.Punk bitch.
*ding dong*
Thank you for riding the MTA
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