On the bus from Jersey into Manhattan this morning: There's a whole etiquette involved about getting off the bus. I.e., people in the back of the bus often try to rush up to the front when it's time to get off, though they're not supposed to. (The cool thing is to let the people in the seats ahead of you get up and get off first.)
Today, I was on such a bus, and at the end of the line, a guy behind me in the aisle was about to push ahead of me... so I got in front of him, as I should have... but then I apparently accidentally pushed against a chick in front of me with my big-ass bag. She wheeled around and said, "Why are you pushing me? Stop pushing me!" I apologized profusely: "I'm sorry; excuse me!" But the chick wouldn't let it go: "You're pushing me, why are you pushing me..." I finally got fed up---"I SAID 'I'm sorry.' I SAID 'Excuse me'----What the fuck else do you want me to say??"
She shut up and got off the damn bus, as I did. Goddamn. Morning Drama.