I’m not sure if it’s always been this way. Today as I’m exiting the station, I am followed by an angry woman. She steps on me, death stare me when I turned to look as her. She barreled and kept going. This is in the nyc subway. I could’ve been sick, pregnant, etc. I don’t apologize for moving slow which I don’t feel like I was.
I said excuse you and she flips me off saying make me. At this point, I know she’s crazy. I could’ve stop her, insist on why she was so angry. What has life gotten her? It’s sad really. For a moment I really wish she’ll get a truckload of karma. I mean it literally. I really hope she feet hit by a truck. It’s better off dying early as these asshokes will be around forever.
I’ll admit I have a tendency to give a couple death stare. Only if the other person is in the wrong. I let this crazy person continue angry to her destination. Hopefully it was to see her psychologist.