Pet Peeve

You know what really bothers me? When the subway is packed, yet the closest pole I can grab onto has someone leaning on it. They're practically lying on it as if it was their upright bed! Come to think of it, there have been times when my fingers have been crushed into submission by a pole-leaner, leading me to pry my hand from between flesh and metal, despite the fact that I was there first! Next time, I am going to make my unsupported self fall on that pole-leaner, even if it means forcing myself to fall in the wrong direction!