pettyrevenge:

Warning: This is not my revenge and is only something I witnessed.

Backstory: I take the train everyday from a suburb to the city. The train station I use is small and only has 3 trains each morning that lead to the city. They are about ½ hour apart and arrive at 7:00, 7:30, and 8:00. I take the 7:30 train each morning and a handicapped (able to walk but in a very slow manner with 2 canes) man takes it along with the rest of us 7:30 commuters. The train station has a very strong bottleneck where people who just parked their car file into a 3-4 ft. corridor and follow it for 50-75 ft. It basically means you have to be in a single file line leading to the train.

So our story begins yesterday. I was walking through the corridor and see the handicapped man waiting for the train per usual. I sit down at a bench waiting for my train, pop in some headphones, and begin listening to some oldies to relax before my work day begins. Enter “Inconsiderate Woman” or “IW”. She has a walk about her that just screams suburban entitled woman. You could just tell she had a way about her that was unpleasant. It’s 7:28 and our train is arriving. She is standing behind the handicapped man and just seems agitated for some reason.

The crowd begins flowing into the train and she is in a rush even though the train won’t leave until everyone has entered. She is tapping her foot incessantly waiting for our double caned man to step onto the train. He drops a cane and is forced to pick it up. IW can’t take it anymore and steps around him and “accidentally?” hits him with her giant name brand, expensive bag. He kind of side steps trying to catch himself and she walks onto the train without looking back. People around start helping him and he regains his composure and cane. We all get on and as I passed him, you could tell he was embarrassed. I felt awful.

The rest of the day went normally and I awoke the next day to continue my routine. As I arrived to the train station and walked through the corridor at 7:20, I notice the handicapped man isn’t there. 7:25, no sign. 7:28, still nothing. The train arrives and we all get on as usual, but he’s nowhere to be found. I sit down and get a window seat!

The conductor could not see them in the corridor so he began leaving the station. I look out as the train is leaving and can see through the corridor. Handicapped man has dropped one of his canes and behind him is IW absolutely livid. Red in the face, wanting to scream for the high heavens. She couldn’t pass him if she tried. My first thought is that he dropped a cane on accident and will miss his train. Oh no! He stands up with both canes and smiles at all us watching through the window. I’m not sure if everyone else knew, but I did. He purposely dropped that cane and forced her to be late by at least a half hour to wherever she was going. Some may think he did it on accident, but that smile spoke to me. It was a smile of pure bliss and petty revenge.