Oh, you did not just sit in my seat!
I’ve noticed a few things about people since I began commuting to and from work. (Well, when I’m not living in a book or a game.) Since I commute against the flow of people, my train is pretty empty on the way to work. It’s nice, since it means nobody has to stand and everybody has their pick of seats.
And everybody seems to pick the same one, every day. (Including me.)
I know most people have their commute pretty well figured out. They know where the stairs/escaltors/elevators are at their destination, and get a set to put them in the best position for making a speedy exit. I do the same thing. I get to the station in time to be waiting at just the right spot so that when I get on, I’ll be sitting right where I need to be when it’s time to get off. Nearly everybody does this.
Most of the people on my train wait by the same door every morning. I never see any of them talking to each other, but they all seem to know where everybody else is going to sit, and everyone gets “their” seat just fine. It’s polite, and the system works well for all of us.
‘Til some new guy comes along and fucks it up.
People move, get new jobs, or do any number of things that affect their commute. I get that. And we are talking about public transportation here, so it’s not like anybody has an assigned seat. But even though the seats haven’t been assigned, they have been chosen.
Why is that so hard for these newbies to figure out? ^.^