Metro North Woes

I have a bone to pick with a certain gentleman that takes the 7:49 train from Glenbrook to Grand Central. This man, who will now be referred to as Obnoxious Pusher, or OP for short, makes it a point to make my morning commute the most anxiety ridden 45 minutes of my day. I, being recently diagnosed as OCD by my dermatologist (that’s another blog entry) make it a point to leave my house every morning at precisely 7:30 even though it takes me no longer than 6 minutes to actually walk to the train. So there I am, patiently waiting at the train station, when each morning OP comes. He obviously doesn’t have the same penchant for punctuality that I do because he strolls up on that platform with just minutes to spare.

As crazy as I am about being early for the train, I am just as crazy about standing at the same place on the platform so that I always get in on the second car. Now OP also enjoys the second car and makes it a point to shove me each morning so that he can get a seat even though I have been there LONG before he has. And wouldn’t you know that OP finds a seat while I stand uncomfortably in the vestibule for 45 minutes. It’s a real mind boggler to me that a grown man will literally push people down to get a seat even though others clearly should have first dibs.

Just when I though this problem was regulated for the morning only, who was nipping at my heels as I quickly walked down Glenbrook Road to go home last Tuesday? None other than OP himself - and if I thought he was obnoxious in the morning, I underestimated his desire to get home in a jiffy after a long day in the office. His nighttime name is EOP (Extra Obnoxious Pusher). There he was again, running me right off the road as I carefully attempted to light the treacherous path by the light of my Ipod. So I say to you OP (should our exchanges ever be more than me giving you the maloik), "Were you raised by a pack of wolves? Have you no manners or sense? The biggest mistake you ever made was passing me on that walk home because I now know where you live and if your little condo gets egged, you’ll know it was me, punk."