On the BART ride home this prick sits down next to me with his 40 of Budweiser.
And I’m thinking, “Great, now I have to endure this tool a for another half-hour.”
But then he opens his paper and starts to read. And just like that, he’s not a chavvy prick at all, only a working-class guy trying to have a libation on the way home. He seems to enjoy the sports page, but he reads the economic news more closely, holding the paper more tightly in his hands.
Soon after, several middle aged ladies fill up the aisle. He discreetly hides the beer under his newspaper. When I get up, he’s far more polite than I would have been with the “Excuse me”.
I know we have rules prohibiting the consumption of alcohol in public. But it’s worth remembering why we have them. It’s too bad those irresponsible few have to ruin it for the rest of us.