Accessibility for a--holes

Today I was reminded that public transportation is accessible to everyone ... even assholes.

I got to the subway right as the elevator arrived, rode straight down to the train. A train was waiting, so I hurried right on.

Immediately, I heard a voice say, "You're messing with my vehicle." It sounded magnified, like the conductor talking or something.

I looked around, wondering if I had hit the train with my chair but didn't see my accuser. There was one guy in the rear corner where the voice seemed to be coming from, but he was ignoring me. The rest of the train was empty until about half-way down where a few people sat.

I just sat there trying not to pay attention to what must not have been aimed at me ... at least I did until I started hearing "stupid white boy," "gonna fuck you and your bitch" and more. All punctuated with "You're messing with my vehicle."

I was not about to get off the train to make the asshole happy, so I just stared straight ahead and waited.

Finally, my stop came and I got off. The asshole stayed on. I was going to tell the station manager but he was busy and I just wanted to get out of there. I did.

I close my eyes now and am filled with hate. I hate myself for not doing anything, even if all I could do was say a fellow passenger was verbally abusive to me. I hate that I have a service dog who might lick him and play if he did try to hurt me. I wish Claren was a pitbull or German shepherd, something that could have hurt him. I hate that no one else in the train got involved, although I can't blame them. I hate that I am defenseless. I hate that I didn't even know he was yelling at me.

Mostly, though, I hate the asshole.