Best Story of the Week…March 21st

I’m on the train. It’s early, so it’s packed with what I call, the changing of the guard. All the nighttime hotel and hospital workers and their sleepy replacements are dozing.

There are two seats vacant, on either side of a big guy sprawled like he’s home on his couch. Now normally I don’t need to sit, but am lugging  a really heavy bag, so I say, “Excuse me, could you move just a little so I can scooch in?”

He doesn’t even gaze up, let alone move. So I just squeeze beside him like an inch worm hoping he’ll get the message. But nope, he still stays put. Despite his self-absorption watching a film on his phone I’m convinced must be porn, to be that riviting, I choose not to engage.

Then, after close examination, conclude, he doesn’t appear to be a nut, dressed casually in pressed chinos and a nice, wool turtleneck poking from his leather bomber jacket. He’s tall and sturdy, his hair neatly combed without any dirt under his fingernails.

Yes, we took his external inventory like an X Rated X-ray machine.

So as I sit wedged like a stick figure sizing him up, the rest of the car, filled with his lesser Latino brethren, erupt in a collective fit. They start yammering in Spanglish shaking their heads, nodding to me in deep apology. Two get up simultaneously to offer their seats, but I, after getting somewhat settled, just wink and smile.

I know I’ll get a story out of it that’s already penning itself in my head. And frankly, their bi/lingual chivalry moves me (though not quite) beyond words.

These are the noble folk our president wants to keep out of the land of the free, while rude ass, watching Chicks with Dicks, Part 3, is more than welcome. When he finally gets off at 14th Street, everyone cheers except me, who wistfully wonders what sires such singular, selfish entitlement.

I’d truly like to know.

Maybe I’ll write to President Trump, and ask him.

Surely he knows. Sigh.

SB

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About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Amazon.com. Thanks.
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20 Responses to Best Story of the Week…March 21st

  1. robprice59 says:

    Entitlement is a cheerless emotion for both entitler and entitlee.

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  2. Dale says:

    He, my dear Susannah, is the perfect example of a cad, a knave, an all-’round ne’er-do-well that mama forgot to raise right.
    I love that the latino brethren were taught how to treat a lady.
    I might have been tempted to start manspreading myself beside him, a tad less lady-like. Then again, his lack of manners might have gone up a notch.

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  3. skinnyuz2b says:

    I’d say “unbelievable”, but know only too well that there is a multitude of entitled beings walking amongst us. Usually when a thin girl squeezes in beside one, he gets the message.
    I’ve hosted many very large parties (50-100). There’s always at least one or two guests that will dig into my buffet before the meal is fully laid out or served. This is despite the fact that each dish is covered and tons of appetizers are available, Once, I delayed putting the dinner plates out in an effort to deter the early birds. The entitled ones simply used the appetizer plates!
    If only women still wore hats and used hat pins you could have made a definite point with that ignoramus!

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  4. Sorryless says:

    SB,

    You walked into ‘his’ world, and the SOB didn’t want to share. He probably thinks chivalry is a ’90’s band.

    The noble folk who shared your subway car understand what being a human being is supposed to look like. It reminds me of the New Zealand PM’s poignantly honest speech last week on the heels of the mosque shooting. Those noble folk knew better because they ARE us.

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  5. Eilene Lyon says:

    It sort of goes along with studies that show that those with the least are happiest (or most likely) to share, while those with the most will hoard it/feel entitled to not share.

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  6. After having helped to vote him in, I now see Mr. Trump as a narcissist. I know those intimately well, so believe me when I say that “he won’t be able to tell you because he only sees others as wrong.” He will insist he is not that way and you must be something short of a full deck if you think he is anything but perfect. He’s not covering; he truly believes this. I am certain it came from early on and has just magnified, but it psychological and should be treated, though I don’t know if it truly can be.
    Scott

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