Commuting stress

There's probably not many things I find more frustrating than a guy who turns out to be a total dud.

I'm heading home early from work to go home for thanksgiving. Yay! I walk to the exchange place path station. It's absolutely packed with commuters all hoping to get home a little earlier. The doors to the Path train open and I find myself smushed against an impossible good looking guy -- about 6'3", blonde, blue eyed, chiseled jaw, perfect teeth. In his right hang he holds an interesting oil on canvas painting. He smiles at me as I glance up. I feel my cheeks flush and retreat back to my book. I look down and see him pull out his iPod. Downward Spiral by NIN. My kind of guy!

We stay pressed against each other for 15 blissfully nervewecking minutes. We get out at Newark Penn. We run to the Raritan Valley platform -- a train leaves in 4 min. I get to the ticket machine before he does and I wait behind the lady finishing up her transaction. He stands not behind me but to my left. He curses repeatedly. He then asks if I'm getting on the train leaving in 3 min. I tell him if he's in a rush feel free to go first -- even if I take this train, my parents might not be there to pick me up at Somerville.

He doesn't say thank you and proceeds to enter his information. He curses. The machine doesn't like his dollar bill he curses more. He then yells at the closest conductor, "hey! Can you hold your fucking train!!?"

The conductor snaps his head in the direction of the guy. Says very smartly, "who are you to think I'm going to hold a train for YOU."

Said cute guy stands open mouthed at the retort. Finally gets his ticket and sprints to the closest car door.

I buy my ticket and get on the same train. It's apparently a bit delayed. As I'm walking through the train to find a seat, I hear cute boy continuing to curse aloud about everything. I leave the car for the next.

It's a shame when cute guys turn out to be major assholes.


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