Two Dirty Looks Down From a Dozen

My commute this morning was relatively easy. Chalk it up to Qi Gong, overall fitness, a good night's rest, or complete resignation, I only gave two dirty looks on my subway ride.

One look said:

I realize you're getting off, a-hole, but there's nowhere to move, and I'm also getting off at this stop, so why don't you calm down and don't worry about it, okay?

The other said:

I am disturbed by just how much I would enjoy shoving that iPhone/Blackberry/Trio device up your ass.